"You have been spending a lot of time here lately."
Zuko, kneeling with his head bowed, is interrupted by his uncle's voice close behind him. He opens his eyes, and looks up at the looming portrait of Firelord Ozai. Then instead of turning to face Iroh, he simply says,
"Hello, Uncle."
"May I ask what you're up to, Firelord Zuko?"
The Firelord does not have the energy to lie. His shoulders sink as he breathes, "Praying."
Iroh moves quietly, grunting a little as he lowers his old bones to kneel down beside his nephew.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Praying."
