A/N: This is a follow-up to Day 1. I had this written down pretty quickly, almost directly after, but couldn't decide whether to put it to 09/02 or 18/02 (as you can see, I decided on 18/02 in the end, because it fit the trope in a different way), although I really enjoyed writing this. This time, Zuko's perspective, some time after 01/02.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender and so on. It's owned by Nickelodeon and Bryke. And since I am neither a company nor a guy, I do definitely not own.

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Zuko waits until his uncle is well asleep before putting on his mask and dark clothes, before strapping his Dao swords to his back. He climbs out of the window and onto he rooftops, quickly and soundlessly making his way through the night as he hunts for unsuspecting criminals to take night dwindles on and he finds nothing and no one who needs taking care of. He leaves the Lower Ring and starts searching the Middle Ring. Still, nothing.
Until - there!
A figure climbing through the window of a small house. The figure does not appear to be dressed for a breaking-and-entering, with its wide robe and flowing veil. Zuko follows quietly and peers through the window the mysterious figure entered through. He is surprised to see the figure kneeling by the bed, a familiar glow coming from the water encasing its hands. Then, the realisation hits him. This is no regular burglar. This is the Painted Lady is paying a house visit. Relieved, he turns away and starts making his way back onto the rooftops.
But he is stopped by her calling out to him.

"Can you do me a favour? This family is in desperate need of some good food and clean water. Could you organise something for them?", she asks.

He is startled again a little by the how familiar her voice sounds. The last time she spoke to him, three weeks ago, he had quickly shaken it off and just motioned for her to be quiet, but today, he is terribly startled by it and hopes she just thinks he had not been aware that she knew of his presence.

"Please?", She adds.

Zuko turns to her and is yet again startled by the familiarity of the face that is looking up at him, pleading with him. Her veil has slipped, and her wide-brimmed hat has risen up on her forehead, revealing wide, cerulean eyes and dark skin, painted with red paint. Zuko's breath almost catches in his throat as he recognizes her. The Avatar's Waterbender! Is the Avatar here too? He ponders her name. Kanara? Kadana?- No, Katara! That's her name.
He is frozen, held in place by a force mightier than him. He sees her expression slowly change into righteous fury. Again, she speaks to him and gets up.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but I know you're a good person who looks out for people, so could you please do this for me? It's not like you haven't done anything like this before!"

She sounds furious, and marches over to him until she is almost directly in front of him, the broad brim of her hat keeping them distanced enough for it not to get awkward. She pokes him in the chest with her finger, glaring up at him, a powerful fire blazing in her blue eyes, reminding him of his sister's unique flame.
At her angry tone, Zuko unfreezes, gently pushes her hat down and closes her veil. The material is soft and flowy, and Zuko wonders what it is and if he could hold it for a little while longer. A little gasp escapes her, and she quietly whispers, "Oh."
Zuko turns away and climbs out of the window. Half-way through, he turns back and nods to her on what he hopes is a meaningful way. Katara seems to understand him, and nods back, a small smile gracing her red-painted lips that peek out from under her hat's brim.