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Katara had come to terms with the pain that came when Aang bent. Sometimes it was just a small twinge as he flew on his glider, or used his air scooter, but occasionally the pain would be similar to the first time, when he used a lot of bending.

She had been experiencing small twinges all day that gradually grew in intensity. She and Zuko had taken to meditating in a small side room to try and lessen the pain. It was a soothing feeling to inhale as he exhaled and breathe out as he breathed in.

When another sharp stab of pain came- they could no longer be called twinges- she snapped. She flung herself at Zuko, clinging tightly to him to try and ride out the unpleasant sensations. Instead of dying away as they normally did, the feelings began to rise, spiralling inwards. She whimpered and clung tighter to Zuko, barely noticing when he shifted, and they ended up lying on the floor, tangled in their mutual grief.


This is continued in the next chapter.