PITY PARTY
When Azula walked into the room, she found Ty Lee crying.
Never in her life had she seen that. She strode forward into the master bedroom of their latest hiding place—an abandoned summer home of Ty Lee's old school friend—and sat down beside her girlfriend.
Azula never knew what to do about people who were sad or emotional or hurt. She did not quite know the social protocol. Should she awkwardly embrace the girl? Should she offer a soothing anecdote? She did not have one.
Ty Lee kept sobbing.
"I'm a horrible person. I'm a horrible person and I should've never…" Ty Lee trailed off, bursting into more furious tears. Azula remained clueless in this situation. "I had a dream that we had children."
"You should not worry about that. It is not a possibility. We're both girls and—"
"They were scary and gruesome and sad," whispered Ty Lee, grasping the fabric of her skirt in her tightly clenched fists. "I woke up and…"
"And threw yourself a pity party," said Azula without thinking. "Thank you for inviting me."
Ty Lee cried harder.
Azula sighed and crossed her arms. "You are exhausting me."
Ty Lee cried harder.
Azula tried to think. Tried to think. She managed eventually.
"You can talk to me about your feelings about killing him," at last said Azula.
Ty Lee smiled through a veil of tears.