Smile

Iroh watched as Zuko cradled his newborn daughter. He held her as though she were a crate of chickensnake eggs, gingerly, tentatively, like most first time fathers would.

"I promise you, Zuko, she won't break," Iroh reminded his nephew, Fire Lord now for almost five years. "Babies are much tougher than most people give them credit for. When Lu Ten was born, I carried him and rocked him, so my beloved Reku could rest. Let me show you."

Zuko walked towards his uncle and carefully transferred the startlingly lovely infant into his waiting arms.

"Like this," Iroh instructed, gently moving his arms back and forth in a rocking motion. "See, she likes it," he observed as the baby gurgled happily.

Iroh looked up at his nephew, a smile on his face. "See how far you've come," that smile seemed to say.

Zuko met his uncle's wise, kind eyes and returned it.