MD: Second of 42.
No room to talk
Aang knew something was definitely going on when Katara volunteered to remain in the Fire Nation. He'd always been a bit suspicious of just how close she'd grown to the conflicted prince, but leaving her behind on foreign soil was the last draw. He knew things would be completely and utterly different upon his return—and he didn't know if he'd be ready to face that.
Someone punched his arm, but he didn't have to look to know who it was. And then the blind girl's arm was wrapped around his shoulders, giving them a squeeze with a grin on her face.
Well, maybe he could face it, if he had the support. He felt himself smiling as he lifted Appa's reins and soared away.