When Sokka woke up, he was sweating. He had just had another nightmare. It was always the same one: the day the Firebenders took his mother.
"Mom! Mom!"
"Katara, come on! We've got to get out of here!"
"But Mom is still in there, Sokka! We have to get her! We need to help her!"
"There's nothing we can do! Come on!"
Sokka looked around his room, finishing separating the dream from reality. When he felt his heart rate calm down, he got up and put on his pants before trudging down the hallway to the kitchen, hoping to get a cup of water and calm down.
"Hey, meathead."
Sokka smiled lightly. "What are you doing up at this time, Toph?"
Toph was sitting on a stool in front of the table, her feet perched on top of it in a way that would have given Katara a heart attack. He grabbed a glass before heading out to the fountain.
"Couldn't sleep. Hey, that water you're getting? Get me some too, will ya?"
Sokka mutely turned back and grabbed another glass, filling them both and returning to Toph.
"So why are you here?" she asked before downing her water.
"Bad dream," he said, slowly drinking his own water.
Toph nodded, but didn't say anything else. The two of them drank their water in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Sokka excused himself again to try and get back to sleep, wishing Toph happy dreams when she went to bed herself.
He had nightmares the rest of the night.
