Done for Day 3 of Tyzula Week on deviantart. The prompt was "Healing."

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Ty Lee rubbed Azula's shoulders, frowning at the tension she felt. Not, of course, that she should have really expected anything different with the way the past week had gone. After weeks of begging, Zuko had given in and allowed Ty Lee to remove Azula from the mental institution and bring her to a secluded area—one just near enough to the capital that Zuko would get word within a day should things go wrong, but isolated enough to give them privacy and allow Azula time to adjust—in order to take care of her and help in her recovery. Azula had been tense all week. She hadn't slept much either; or at least, she hadn't when Ty Lee had been in the room.

And given that Ty Lee knew she had to keep a careful eye on Azula, she hardly ever left her side.

Ty Lee wasn't sure when she came up with the idea to give Azula a massage—perhaps it had been yesterday when Azula first allowed Ty Lee to hug her—but she was glad she had and even more glad that Azula had accepted the offer. They had done this often before that day at the Boiling Rock, and she hadn't been sure that she would ever be able to do this again. She hadn't realized how much she missed it.

She noticed that Azula lay motionless beneath her, breathing even. For a moment, she wondered if Azula could have really fallen asleep. "Azula?"

"Mmhm?" Azula took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"I just thought you'd fallen asleep." Ty Lee shrugged sheepishly, but Azula kept her eyes closed.

"I did." Azula's lips twitched into a brief smile. "You woke me up."

"Oh…sorry." Ty Lee mentally slapped herself. Why am I so stupid? She hasn't slept all week and here she's finally let herself fall asleep around me and I—

Ty Lee's train of thought crashed to a halt as realization hit her: Azula had fallen asleep.

She broke out grinning and resumed her massage.