Azah was already in his—their—room when Zuko got there. She had exchanged her wedding dress for a simple silk bathrobe and was sitting in bed, reading a scroll. His wife glanced up as he entered. A small smile graced her lips. He nodded curtly and began removing his ceremonial robes.

"Let me help."

She got up off the bed and walked behind him, where she unclasped his collar piece and lifted it off, setting it on the couch nearby. Zuko allowed her to untie his sash and bring him his own bathrobe. He changed quickly and got into bed, ready to sleep the day's events away. Azah rolled up her scroll and set it aside as she joined him. She cupped a hand around the torch flame lighting the room and blew it out.

"So," she said quietly, lying beside him.

Zuko groaned inwardly. She wanted to talknow? But Azah didn't continue. Her cold hand gently touched his cheek. He turned over, facing away from her, and felt her withdraw to the other side of the bed. Silence followed.

I know I said later, but... I couldn't resist. Now that's a short chapter! Hopefully they won't get any shorter than that. *glances at Chapter Six* Oops. Maybe I can beef that one up a little. Anyway, we'll be getting to know Azah better as we continue next weekend, so... Yeah. I really don't have much to say about this chapter other than it felt necessary after the conversation from Chapter Three.