As Dictated By Toph
Renewed Hearts
"What will we do now?"
The question was blunt, but what could anyone do? My friend looked helplessly around the throne room, the flames dying, the curtain torn to shreds.
"We'll have to figure out a way to let the news spread. This is a very dangerous time for everyone," explained Snoozles. Katara fixed him with a helpless look.
"What do we do, though?"
"Let's start by…cleaning this place up."
We all did our share: Sokka clearing away the majority of the rubbish; Aang bending out things too heavy to move manually. I smoothed out the earth that had gotten considerably torn up during battle; Zuko tended to his father's body; Katara kept guard.
And for a minute after we had finished, the Water Tribe siblings stood together with their hands locked.
"We're going home," they said together.
And they smiled.