The years following the fall of Ozai were going to be anything but relaxed. Too much damage had accumulated over the years and there was so much to rebuild. The burdens lay heavy on the shoulders of the heroes; Zuko's days would be filled with restoring his people's good name, and Aang, when he wasn't helping Zuko, planned to spend his days attempting to rebuild his shattered culture.
Katara sighed, running a hand through the grass beneath her. The sun hung heavy in the late afternoon sky, soon it would set and give way to evening, which would become night, and when night became morning Aang would be leaving for the Fire Nation.
"I wish you didn't have to leave so soon," she murmured, even knowing he was deeply asleep and couldn't hear her. His head rested against hers as they lay together in the quiet green field. When was the last time since that day at the Jasmine Dragon that they were able to simply be together like this? How long before they would be again?
Suddenly, he began to stir and opened his eyes. Katara smiled.
"You look like you slept well."
"Best afternoon's sleep I've ever had." Aang sighed happily, drawing her close for a kiss. Katara's arms wrapped tightly around him, and her anxieties about his leaving faded away.
The sun wasn't going anywhere for a while, and morning was still a long way off.