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Katara's POV (ish)

Katara struggled to push back the blackness that was hovering on the edge of her consciousness. As her vision cleared, her cerulean eyes met a pair of familiar golden ones. The indifference in those eyes quickly changed to shock as she woke up completely and tried to sit up.

"Oh… you're awake, Zuko said as he backed away from her to the other side of the room. With a jolt Katara realized it was a cell – not a room.

"Obviously," Katara replied rather frostily.

"Uncle said I should come see how you were doing."

"Well, let's think a minute shall we?" She paused to make a mock-thinking gesture. "I've been kidnapped, am stuck aboard your ship, and feel like my leg's on fire thanks to that dart you shot at me. How do you think I would feel? Happy?" Katara's voice had risen to a yell by the end of her explanation, and she would have been pacing furiously had her leg allowed it.

"Oh… well, um… I guess I'll leave to your thoughts." Katara watched as Zuko backed nervously out of her cell. "I'll be back later then."

"Great," Katara sighed as she laid back in her cot, feigning indifference, "More time I get to spend in your charming company."

"Fine! Be that way!" Katara just shrugged as Zuko stormed off down the hallway.

Iroh's POV

Iroh heard his nephew before he saw him. The reason behind this being that Zuko let out an enraged roar as soon as he was on the deck. Members of the crew scurried below to give them some privacy. They had long since learned to avoid Zuko when he was like this.

"That water tribe peasant is so infuriating! Why did I have to capture her of all people?" Zuko growled as he paced the deck.

"Let me talk to her, Nephew. Maybe I can make her feel better," Iroh replied as he started down the stairs. When he reached the cell he peered through the bars to see Katara staring at the ceiling with a determined look on her face. Iroh guessed she was either thinking of ways to escape or trying not to think about her lost friends. Most likely a combination of the two. She turned towards him at the sound of his approach. His theories were confirmed as he took a look at her eyes. Iroh could tell she was a strong girl who hardly ever gave others the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Hello, Miss…."

"Katara."

"I am delighted to have you on board, though I must admit that I wish it could have been in better circumstances."

"Yeah, me too." Katara agreed.

"I feel terrible about you being in this cell. Would you like a room upstairs?" Iroh asked.

"No, it's alright. I don't plan on being here long anyway."

"Well, would you like to come up on the deck?" Iroh asked kindly.

"I'd like that," Katara replied, struggling to get up due to her leg injury. It was then that she noticed she was still in her underwrappings. "Umm… where are my clothes?" she asked Iroh as a blush spread across her face.

"I am afraid I do not know, but it looks like my nephew left some for you," Iroh said, pointing to a small pile of cloth at the end of the cot Katara was sitting on.

Katara tied the shirt around her and, now fully clothed, accepted Iroh's help walking up to the deck.

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