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Katara woke to the sound of pained cries. It echoed down from down the hall. She looked over at her husband who she saw had woken as well. With a worried and knowing glance at each other, they swung their legs over the edge of their bed and made for their robes.
Katara and Zuko stepped
silently through the hall down to the nursery. The whole time in
silence.
They entered a dimly lit room. The only source of light
came from a weak flame which flickered from an oil lamp residing on a
side table. Even though the light was small, it still illuminated the
tossing form in the bed. Katara and Zuko quickly rushed over to their
daughter. Katara lifted Kaya from her bed and set her down on her
lap, arms holding the girl against her chest. Katara began to rock
her child, speaking in hushed tones words of affection and
reassurance. Zuko came and sat next to her, His arms circling both
his daughter and wife in a protective manner. The small family stayed
like this until Kaya settled back into a peaceful sleep. Carefully
they laid her back into her bed. Zuko leaned forward to tuck the girl
in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead in the meantime.
Sending
one last look at Kaya they slowly walked back to their bedroom. This
had become a regular routine at night for the couple and was taking
its toll on them slowly. Tiredly they got back in bed, pulling up the
covers. Zuko pulled Katara against his chest, his arms around her
reassuringly. He sighed as he laid his head on top of hers.
"She
hasn't been the same since Azula got her, is she" Katara choked
out, a tear escaping her closed eyes. Zuko couldn't think of
anything to say at this point.
"I know" he said placing a kiss
in her hair. A tear slid down from his scarless eye.