Holding hands
Aang's feet touched the floor. As his tattoos began to dim, he felt someone take his hand. Without even looking, he could tell that that soft touch could belong only to Katara. He smiled.
Katara gazed down at the boy lying on her lap, and gently took his hand in hers. It had been an hour since she had used the spirit water on Aang, and he had fallen unconscious again. It was a great surprise to her when she felt his hand squeeze hers weakly. She smiled.
Katara sobbed into her arms. She felt Sokka take his hand off her shoulder, and heard him talking to Toph. Then she felt gentle hands helping her stand, warms fingers intertwining with her own and someone gently pulling her along to their campsite. Sokka looked back to see Aang helping Katara to the campsite, and smiled.
Katara and Aang walked back from the balcony, holding hands.
"Where have you been?" called Sokka. Toph just smiled.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride" Katara flew at Aang has kissed him. It was the happiest day of their lives, and as they walked out, Aang reached for Katara's hand. Everyone smiled.
Aang lay on a silky bed. His friends were gathered around him. Toph was crying silently. His shaking fingers wrapped themselves around Katara's as he drew a shuddering breath, and closed his eyes. No one smiled.