When Katara woke the next morning, she felt surprisingly well rested. As she stretched her arms into the air, she noticed a strange sense of warmth. She glanced to her side and was surprised to find the smoldering remains of what must have been a fire. Knowing she had not made it, she peered over to where Zuko lie. From what she could tell, he was apparently still sleeping. Figuring he must have woken in the middle of the night and started a fire for her, she asked herself, 'Had Zuko actually done a selfless act?' She stood up and brushed herself off, trying to be as quiet as possible. She really wanted to just take off without waking Zuko, knowing the moment he woke up they'd both be horribly uncomfortable.
As luck would have it, Zuko sat up almost immediately after Katara took only one step. He rubbed his unscarred eye groggily and let out a beastly yawn. Katara tried to hold her composure, but she couldn't hide the blush that swept across her face as the fire nation prince stared up at her.
"Good morning," Katara greeted in a somewhat calm tone. She tried to smile her usual cheerful smile, but she was certain it must have looked silly.
"What's good about it?" Zuko responded harshly.
"Well, with your always cheerful attitude and sunshine smile, what's not to be happy about?" Katara retorted sarcastically, giving Zuko the most fake smile she could craft. Though his sour attitude was disheartening, she was relieved that she didn't have to deal with the uncomfortable events from the night prior. Zuko was certainly back to his normal ill mannered self, and had seemingly also forgotten said events. She really wanted to ask him about the fire, but opted not to ruin it for herself.
Katara thought she caught a glimpse of a small smirk on Zuko's face in response to her sarcasm. Shifting her tone back to serious, she suggested, "We need to find a safe village, with real shelter and food." Her face saddened as she thought about her brother and Aang. "I don't know how we're ever going to find Aang and the others," she murmured, more to herself than to Zuko.
Zuko got to his feet and replied, "If we still had my ship, that would not be a problem."
"Are you saying you would actually help us?" Katara questioned.
"No," was his simple answer, but Katara sensed he was lying. She was starting to think his bad attitude was only an act.
Katara followed Zuko, whom she had hoped knew where he was headed. Once again they traveled in what Katara found to be uncomfortable silence.