She slipped off the rock so unexpectedly, it took her a while to disentangle her arms from Sokka, her landing point. Her hands touched his hair, and she frowned.
"Where's your 'fun and perky' ponytail?"
"Wolftail! Anyway, I let it down sometimes."
For a moment, her pale, unseeing eyes seemed to search him.
"Do you look different?" She asked.
"I don't think so," He said, raising an eyebrow.
"You feel different, though." She smiled. "Could you lead me back to the beach?"
Hours later, Aang looked curiously at Sokka.
"Why aren't you tying your hair up?"
He shrugged. "No reason."