The days following Sozin's comet had been quite uneventful for Katara, but the day of the coronation was proving to live up to the lively atmosphere Aang had promised the Fire Nation to be. It was felt the moment she stepped out of her room a couple hours after sunset. She could see it, too. The servants hurried about with décor, clothing and food in tow. At one point she swore she saw a flash of Zuko whizzing by.

But what caught her eye most were the people walking about in Water Tribe warrior uniform. Looking closer, she noticed some from the Earth Kingdom too. Zuko had finally released the prisoners.

The clash of blue and red was striking, yet reassuring. This was no invasion, but rather a friendly visit, here to celebrate the swearing in of a friendly ally. Considering the Fire Nation and even Zuko an ally felt odd , but considering her newfound friendship with the teenager, she was glad. Between Aang and the new Fire Lord, she knew the world was in good hands.

She was just waiting on one person now. Well, a few, but none were as important to her (save for Aang and Sokka) as her father. He had been broken out of prison and separated from them once more. She worried for their health.

Most of her concerns went out the window when she caught the eye of a very familiar man and family friend. "Bato!" she called, a wide smile quickly spreading throughout her face.

The older man caught up to Katara and hugged her. "Katara, it's so good to see you got out safety."

"I'm glad too. Dad told us lot about how you were treated..." she trailed off. "It sounded pretty horrific in there."

"Not as bad as the Boiling Rock I'm sure" Bato said. "Hakoda told me about that place, too, but also about how Sokka and the new Fire Lord got him out."

"Yeah" Katara hummed. "You'll have to thank him after the coronation" she told him. "Wait, where did you see Dad?"

"Have you not seen him yet?" Bato asked. "He and some kids came in with the rest of the former prisoners. I'm sure he's lying low around, somewhere. If he's not still sleeping that is."

Katara snorted. "Just like Sokka. I don't think he's up either yet... or Aang for that matter. I'm starting to think Sokka's a bad influence."

"Well, knowing your father..." Bato chuckled.

"Knowing me what, Bato?" Hakoda's deep voice scolded from behind the two. "Remember- this is the chief you're talking to."

They started intensely at each other for a moment, unwavering. Katara's gaze alternated between the two men.

The two warriors began cackling. "Oh, Hakoda" Bato wiped a tear from his eye. "You never were the authoritative type."

"It's a new world, Bato."

"Guys" Katara rolled her eyes.

"Right..." Bato sighed. "I'll leave you with your daughter." He slapped his friend's shoulder and walked away.

"Katara-" He didn't even get a chance to speak before his daughter silenced him with a hug. Chuckling, he returned her gesture. "Thank the spirits you got out of there alive" he whispered into her messy hair.

"I know leaving was hard," she replied, pulling away from their hug eventually, "but in the end I think it worked out the way it should've."

"I felt terrible leaving you alone like that" Hakoda said. "But I knew the Avatar would take care of all of you. You in particular" he finished suggestively.

"He's got a name, Dad" she diverted. Her relationship with Aang was complicated, to her at least. Though they had :figured things out' it hasn't gone the way she intended, and she had a feeling Aang would've liked the alternative as well. If only she had acted sooner. She continued in a smaller voice, "But it's not like that, either."

"Yet" her father clarified for her. "It's pretty... evident in both of you."

She smiled and blushed in response. "We'll see" she said, well aware of the current situation with Toph.

"You could do worse I suppose" her father drawled on, stroking his beard.

"I don't need you to choose for me" Katara accused.

"I'm not saying I would!" Hakoda recoiled, his voice squeaky and defensively waving his hands. "Besides, you seem to have it all figured out yourself."

"Sorta" she responded lamely. "It's complicated."

"I get it, I get it" Hakoda laughed. "Teenagers." The word felt odd coming from his mouth, for multiple reasons. Admitting his daughter had grown up and gone to war was difficult enough but here she was admitting she had a love interest, in the Avatar of all people. A person list to the nations for a century. His own behaviour has quickly revealed his feelings towards Katara, showing that their love was indeed mutual. But the awkward nature in which they dealt with it further proved their youth, the Avatar's in particular. It was crazy to think that these were teenagers saving the entire world, his children no less.

"You know, regardless, Aang is our family. Doesn't matter what happens between him and I" she told her father. A raised eyebrow prompted her to continue. "After leaving the Southern Water Tribe... we went to the Southern Air Temple. That's where Aang found out..."

"Oh."

"Yeah. He was almost inconsolable, but Sokka and I told him he was our family. That seemed to calm him down."

Her father sighed, looking out to the gardens. "It's nice to look back and see how far we've all come."

"It is" she sighed alongside him. "I'm really proud of him. Well, of us all." Hakoda smirked at her little admission. "You know, Zuko invited us all to his coronation today. It'll be at noon."

"Us? But we're... Water Tribe."

"Well, Sokka and I are his friends. But all of you, as well" she told him. "He wants there to be plenty of representation of all of the nations at his coronation."

"That's some commitment" Hakoda appraised. "I'll have to talk to him myself. I am the defacto chief, after all."

"Just don't scare him."

"The Fire Lord?"

"He's a little shy."

"That's... going to take a little getting used to" Hakoda admitted. "Not having a big scary Fire Lord to take out."

"We can thank Aang for that. We have our work cut out for us" Katara said.

"We?"

"I don't think I could just leave Aang to do all of this alone."

"You won't be coming home with us?" her father prodded.

"I... don't think so" she admitted. "I'd love to but..."

"The Avatar."

"Aang."

"Right. Aang" Hakoda corrected himself. "You'll... be going with him?"

"I'd like to."

"Do you think Aang will want you to?" he asked.

"I'm not so sure" Katara admitted.

"Well, an extra pare of waterbender hands are always welcome and needed down south" he said. "We could always use your help, either way."

"I appreciate that, Dad. I'm just not so sure where I fit in to all of this yet" she replied, as she recalled Aang and Toph. "We'll just have to see how it goes."

His child's change in demeanor led him to believe her situation with Aang was not as straightforward as he thought, and that there was a very real possibility of heartbreak nestled in there somewhere. This was the Avatar after all. His standards were sure to be high, not that his daughter didn't meet them. Though his mind told him Aang was far better than that, and he knew his daughter would forever chastise him for thinking so low of him, his fatherly instincts wouldn't relent.

Aang didn't get another chance to properly relax after his date with Toph. His day had been so packed with meetings, not just about Zuko's coronation but also about reforming the Fire Nation's government. There was a lot of work to do, and Zuko appreciated Aang's offer to help.

Aang had gone to bed sore that night, well after sundown. Not only were his muscles taxed and still recovering from his fight with Ozai, but his head rung with a blunt headache. What made matters worse was he couldn't decide to do with Toph. He had asked her out, again, and there was a lot of pressure on him to get it right. What really confused him was his need to, and why he was even pursuing his earthbending master in the first place. He knew he had to move in from Katara, but he was afraid doing so this quickly would insult her or damage his relationship with Toph, friendly or otherwise. And truthfully, a part of him still pined after her, but he wouldn't tell that to Toph.

He woke up late the next morning feeling groggier than ever, but rested. It also sank into him fully what he had asked if Toph the morning previous. They were going out tonight and he didn't even have any decent clothes apart from their travel ones. Not to mention something for Zuko's coronation. He would have to visit the tailor to have something fitted for him. Aang hoped they wouldn't mind making something traditional of the Air Nomads, given the history between the two nations, one living and one dead.

He sighed, finally picking up his heavy limbs and sitting up on the edge of his mattress. It was going to be a long, tedious day with Zuko's coronation at noon. He knew he would have to get used to the political power grab festivals, but it just wasn't in him to enjoy them. His one saving grace was the exciting and anxious feeling he got from the anticipation of his upcoming date. He knew that would be fun at least. Fixing something up to Toph's liking was the issue.

He mustered the resolve to step up and dress himself, and promptly left his dark room with his glider staff in hand. The morning light was blinding, compared to where he had slept. Servants and people he almost recognised were milking about the courtyard casually as if no war had ever bothered them. They were wearing Water Tribe clothing.

"Avatar Aang!" a deep voice that somewhat resembled Sokka's called to him from his right.

"Chief Hakoda!" Aang replied similarly, bowing deeply. Hakoda returned the gesture, which had caught Aang offguard. "It's good to see you again."

"And it's good to see you" the chieftain returned. "In all honesty we lost hope on the day if the invasion. When you told us you would make it up to us, I knew you'd eventually do it, though" the man smiled at the boy Avatar. "Thank you for following through."

"An Avatar's promise" Aang agreed.

"So quickly too!" Hakoda continued, suddenly. "You truly have impressed us all. Katara in particular" he winked. "I have no doubt you'll be a great Avatar" he clasped the flushed Avatar's shoulder. Her praise had not been expected given the incident in Ember Island, but he relished it. It was important to him coming from her been if it wasn't the way he wished it would be. He knew he should be trying to let go of that hope, but the tingling feeling in his heart just wouldn't disappear. Hakoda's assurances also put him to ease about his future role in the world's recovery.

"It was difficult" Aang told him. "But I think I have among way to go, still. Katara's a great teacher."

"She sure is" he agreed. "It feels weird to be here in the Fire Nation, as the victor."

"I prefer to think there were no victors" Aang said. "After all, Ozai is still alive... and the other nations certainly didn't win" Aang grimaced.

"I suppose you're right" Hakoda wore a grimace of his own. "But we're here for the future." He paused. "Katara and Sokka mentioned they thought of you like family, and... I know how hard it must be on your own right now. You've always got a home in the Southern Water Tribe, Aang."

He wished that comment could be made under better circumstances. Rubbing the back of his head, and blushing, he said, "Thank you, Hakoda. I really appreciate that." He smiled and shook the man's hand firmly. "I should really get going now though. Plenty of Avatar work to be done."

"I understand. I'll see you at the coronation."

"Good bye" Aang waved, before walking off and sighing silently. Talking about Katara in such a context with her father had been awkward for him, but his words had meant a lot to him, though, the comment about her pride in him had confused him utterly...

He set off to finally find the tailor, eager to get something decent to represent himself and his people at the coronation of a nation that would have once been his enemy.

Surprisingly, a fitting for him would take hours. He had never really been to a royal tailor before, and all of the fuss about his outfit felt unnecessary to him. It didn't help that they had no clue about Air Nomad attire, and that he had to guide them through all the way. It was a drawn out, boring and aggravating process but eventually he got the fit he desired. With no time to spare before the coronation, he headed towards the plaza, where he would meet Zuko.

It was no coincidence the plaza they would use for the coronation of Fire Lord Zuko was the same one that Avatar Roku had held his sixteenth birthday on. Though Sozin had been there as well, it served as a symbol for peace and Zuko's genuine interest in the world's wellbeing.

He sat meditating outside the entrance to the plaza. There was a lot to reflect on in that moment. It felt so serene, sitting there. Everything and everyone was completely still around the palace, with only the gentle murmuring of the people outside. They were waiting for the moment he and Zuko would walk out to greet everyone, and to crown in a new dynasty for peace. A year ago, he had been inactive and dead to the world, and now there was peace thanks to him and his friends. He was incredibly proud of how far they had all come. From Sokka's sexism, to Katara's waterbending, to Zuko's redemption and to Toph's acceptance of herself and her friends there was a lot to be proud of. Most notably, though, he was proud of himself for once. He was far from the depressed and insecure boy the monks had spoken with over a century ago. He had come to terms with his destiny, and found away to be happy about it. He was incredibly grateful for Katara's help in that department, but especially for Toph, who had gotten him through the last week of the comet through her own show of support. He would look forward to tonight.

He could feel Zuko coming. His eyes opened to greet the older boy before him, dressed in formal royal attire and stood up.

"I can't believe a year ago my purpose in life was hunting you down. And now..."

"And now we're friends" Aang finished for him.

"Yeah" Zuko smiled, "we are friends." He couldn't believe how well his life had turned around the last few weeks, though he knew he had his work cut out for him if he was ever going to make up for his own crimes.

"I can't believe a year ago I was still frozen in a block of ice. The world's so different now" Aang mused, a little sadly. The sentence hid so much of his pain.

"And it's gonna be even more different" Zuko assured him, hand on the younger boy's shoulder. "We'll rebuild it together."

It wasn't exactly what Aang wanted to hear, having his grief practically thrown back in his face like that. He chose to ignore it anyway, for now, and they embraced as if to show their commitment to each other as friends and to the world. They walked together through the drapes to finally greet the crowd.

The view was something Aang would have never thought abnormal. The excitement in the air, and even Zuko's satisfied face told a different story. The world had spent a century in separation, coming together only in arms as enemies. Zuko felt complete knowing his reign would be bringing these people together. They cheered and applauded as he stepped forward, ahead of Aang. "Please" the Fire Lord to be held his hand up. "The real hero is the Avatar."

Aang stepped forward, standing tall yet apprehensive alongside Zuko above the others. His gaze caught Toph's eyes, though he knew she couldn't see him back. He did know that she was watching him in her own way, however, through her earthbending. That gave him comfort.

He felt another pair of eyes on him. His eye's left Toph's for a split second, meeting Katara's anxiously. She was smiling, but he wasn't. Their eye contact only lasted for a brief moment before he pulled away once more. He couldn't look into those eyes with love anymore. It hurt too much. And he would hurt Toph by doing so. He resolved not to.

Zuko gestured for the music to begin, and everyone removed themselves from their organised positions and began milling about. The leaders in particular chose to mix themselves with the other groups, eager to get to know each other and form friendships. Diplomacy and business could come later. Tonight they would just mingle and enjoy the peace.

As expected, most of the attention was on Aang and Zuko. They had immediately been pulled into the internal politics of the nation, and now that Zuko reigned as Fire Lord, they had no excuse to exclude him from it. The generals and ministers, most of whom were loyal to Ozai, bombarded the two with questions regarding how they intended to switch around the Fire Nation.

What about the colonies?

All of the people who rely on the army for a living?

Employees in the prisons?

Will we release the traitors? What do we do with them?

We could use this tactic against dissidents...

Aang got tired of these questions. They kept coming and coming, and only seemed to grow in extremity. This conservative view they had was damaging, and openly defied the peaceful methods Aang and Zuko had suggested. It seemed the more merciful way was a minority among nobility. When he finally managed to slip away from them and their infuriating quizzes, he set off to finally find his date. He was sure Toph wouldn't be kept waiting for long.

It didn't take him long to find her, though. Rather, for her to find him. He had barely begun looking when her voice from behind said, "I was beginning to think those guys would never leave you alone."

"You were listening?" he recoiled a little in shock as he turned to face her.

"I'm always listening" she deadpanned. "You should really pick up the balls to stick it to those guys someday."

"Politics doesn't work that way" Aang told her. "But yeah, you're probably right."

"Ugh" Toph groaned. "This shit reminds me of all of my father's work and political ass kissing. I thought I left with you guys to escape that."

"Well, this time around you're not being forced into it" Aang consoled. "Besides, Zuko's our friend. I kinda have to be around to help."

She sighed. "You're a good friend, at least. But both of you need some backbone. I don't want to have to ride in late and save the whole deal myself."

Aang laughed. "Of course not, Sifu Toph. We can't let these guys reign free with their bullshit anyway."

"Easy on the language there, twinkletoes. If Katara heard that-"

"I don't care what she thinks" he cut her off quickly.

"Right" Toph finished. His interruption surprised her, but inside she was happy about it. She was relieved to hear his affirmation about his feelings for Katara. Maybe things just would go her way after all.

"Let's just head to the dance floor."

"Oh no" Toph said. "I don't dance."

That surprised Aang. "Why not?"

"High end parties always had these rules about dancing and who to dance with" she explained. "I hated them. Still do." She paused. "Also I'm blind. You should stop forgetting."

"I didn't forget" he took both of her hands in his own. "It's just not like you to let that hold you back."

"I also don't like having to place my trust blindly in someone when I don't need to."

"We don't have to go fast. We can do slow dancing."

"Wouldn't you prefer something more exciting?" Toph recalled his dance with Katara back when they first landed in the Fire Nation.

"All dancing is fun" he said. "It's who you do it with that matters."

"You sure you wouldn't rather be with Katara?" she snapped.

"Well," Aang said, eyebrows furrowing, "I'm here with you." His voice was strained.

"Right. Sorry."

"It's okay" he told her. "Come on" he said, smiling again and pulling her close.

"Fine but don't blame me if I step on you" she said, finishing her sentence by stomping heavily on Aang's right foot.

"Ow" he exclaimed. "I thought you could see with those feet?"

Toph was grinning.

"Of course you can" he sighed, nodding his head and smiling.

They both settled into their rhythms fairly quickly, once Toph had stopped messing with their feet. Toph's seismic sense had actually allowed her to be incredibly accurate when it came to her footing. She never stepped on his foot by accident. It was just them, Aang's anchor and Toph's path to freedom.

After a while, Aang found his own eyes drooping as he closed them, letting his seismic sense take over. It was pretty revelatory, to view the party through Toph's eyes. To try to maintain their dance while blind. But in the end it only brought them closer, as they became further synchronised with themselves.

"You're getting good at that" Toph broke their silence.

"The... earthbending?"

"Yeah."

"You noticed?" he asked, a little embarrassed.

"Yup. I can see everything, twinkletoes."

"Right" he chuckled nervously. The music picked up as people began pairing off and enjoying their own dances. "Ready to kick it up a notch?"

"Huh? Wait, don't-" Toph begged, eyes widening as Aang's movements became more erratic. He took the lead, aware that Toph's blindness left her unable to. He never once let go of her hand, ensuring he would always be there to guide her as he spun her around. At this point, the crowd had formed a circle around the performer and an unwitting Toph.

There wasn't much variety in the moves he could pull like that, but there was one ultimate trust building exercise he could pull. With a soft blow of airbending, he blew her into the air as she screamed, totally oblivious to his intentions. He caught her in one swift move, catching her in his arms. She kept one foot on the ground, and their faces were mere centimeters apart.

He decided, he would make his move where he regretted not with Katara. With her in his arms still, he briefly pressed his lips against hers. He could feel her surprise, dissolving into the kiss after a couple seconds.

He pulled away quickly and chastely, as they smiled and panted, and were met with applause from the onlookers.

Katara heard what the other guests said.

The two saviours of the world? Meant for each other.

They're about the same age. Incredibly cute, don't you think?

No. She didn't think that. She was almost repulsed by it, if that wasn't two of her best friends right there. It was the one thing she had attempted to prevent, to win Aang back. She had clearly let him slip too far. All in the space of a week. She plastered on a fake, pained smile and feigned interest for the good of the partygoers. Her father and brother didn't buy it.

Sokka, who was next to her, finally spoke up, "So, Aang and Toph just made out."

"Yeah" she answered bitterly.

"You... okay with that?"

"Why are you asking me if I'm okay with that? It's not like I'm with Aang or Toph. I can't be jealous."

"So you're happy for them."

"Well..." she let her facade fall a little. She sighed. "Not really."

"Because you love Aang" Sokka concluded for her.

"Yeah."

"It was kinda obvious. I always thought Aang felt the same way about you... he was far easier to read" Sokka sighed. "I might have to get very angry with him. I'd have assumed Toph would know to back off your guy, anyway."

"Don't" she choked out.

"No? But he-"

"Don't. He was never with me, it's not like there's any obligation..."

"But he obviously liked you!" Sokka reasoned, turning to face her.

"And I rejected him for it!" she shot back in a whisper. She wouldn't cause a scene here. "It's my fault, and he... moved on. I should be happy for him."

"Are you?"

"I'll try."

That wasn't good enough for him. He shook his head at his father, telling him about her true reaction. "Alright. Come one, let's get out of here." He took his sisters arm and looped it around his own. She offered no resistance as they left the courtyard.

Aang was beginning to understand why Toph hated upper class balls. Sure, he felt obligated to Zuko as his friend and supporter to be there, but it was mere necessity at this point. Between all of the older nobility trying to suck up to him, the subtle Ozai loyalists talking down to him as an Air Nomad and mere child, and the powerful parents attempting to sell off their daughters to him, he had enough.

Leaving, arms interlocked with Toph's, was incredibly satisfying for the both of them. He had done the bare minimum asked of him by showing up to Zuko's coronation party, and although he would do almost anything for his new friend, the nobility had pushed him to his limit. As they walked together in the cool outside air, their arms fell apart as they were no longer bound by high societal rules, their hands and fingers interlacing themselves instead.

"So, whatcha got planned?" Toph asked finally.

"Well, I want to get out of these stuffy clothes" Aang told her. "I'm sick of being the Avatar for tonight."

"Oh, so it's not just me, huh" Toph said. "These high end gatherings get old eventually."

"But you kept your normal clothes" Aang pointed out.

"Yeah, but the ball was annoying."

"Fair enough."

They went together, hand in hand, to Aang's room. "You know it's difficult to get changed with you watching."

"What difference does it make-"

"Yeah, I get it, you're blind, but it's still creepy" Aang said.

"I can see it all when you're all clothed anyway. It makes no difference" she explained to him.

"You can... see everything?"

"Yup. Another reason to hate large gatherings" the blind girl grimaced.

"Oh. Ouch" Aang grimaced also, secretly wondering what she thought of him.

"Not bad by the way" she said finally, causing him to blush. He quickly changed his robes into his old outfit from before the coronation. It was far more comfortable during these humid nights.

They were silent for a while. "Toph, about that kiss..."

"I was beginning to think you'd never ask."

"Always face it like an earthbender, right?" Aang asked, smiling.

"Yeah" she smiled nervously alongside him. "I enjoyed it."

"Me too" he said, attempting to maintain composure. He was sure she could feel his elevated heartrate.

"What-" she cut herself off. "What does that mean, for us?"

"What do you want it to mean?"

"Don't dodge twinkletoes. Like an earthbender." She needed him to be certain of her feelings for him. For him to be completely over Katara.

"Alright" he breathed, messing with his thumbs. "Toph, I-" he paused to think about his next few words. "I was wondering, if you'd like me to be your... boyfriend" he finished lamely.

"You're terrible at this" she laughed. Aang grimaced. "I'd like that too..."

"Oh. Great."

"That's it?"

"I don't know, I just felt like it would be more exciting."

"I'm content" she told him.

"As am I" he affirmed. "Yeah," he smiled, "this is great. But it's getting late."

"You promised me something fun after that dance!"

"Well, this was pretty good, right? You're my girlfriend now."

"You know what I meant."

"Sure. I was gonna go to bed but... you could always join me."

She punched his arm. "On the first night?!"

"What? No! I meant, just... sleep. In the same bed" he cleared up. She admitted it would feel good to sleep next to someone and feel secure for once.

"You wouldn't like that. I sleep very... messily."

"Doesn't matter." He climbed underneath the sheets on his bed, mysteriously made for two people. He reached out for Toph, who grabbed onto his hand and joined him. Toph wasn't one for closeness, so they merely lay next to each other, hands interlocked with each other as they dozed off with the security knowing their partner was right next to them.

Aang was sure he should feel happier about this occasion. Maybe in another life, in another universe where Katara hadn't caused him such hurt. Maybe he was rushing into things a little. Something felt off, but he wouldn't let that hamper him or his relationship with Toph. He would do his best to be a good boyfriend.

Katara sat on the bed of her room, being overlooked by Sokka. She had since let her tears fall, safe in her brothers comfort and away from any observers that might judge her or her father as chief of the Southern Water Tribe.

"Spill" he ordered.

"So" she began. "He basically confessed twice to me... the first time I ignored him and the second, I flat out rejected him."

Sokka was confused. "Wait, when did this even happen?" he asked as he sat down next to her on the sheets. He placed a hand over hers on her lap.

"The first was before the invasion... on the subs after the rest of you left."

"Oh."

"The second was at the damn play you made us go to" she looked into his eyes with mild anger. "We were both so riled up and it messed with our heads and-"

"Okay, I get it" Sokka shushed her. "But don't go blaming this on me, or yourself. What exactly did you say?"

"I told him I was confused."

"Oh, Katara."

"I know, I know. Zuko already explained that for me." Sokka placed an arm around his sister's shoulder. "What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know" he admitted. "But they're our friends. We're gonna have to be happy for them. How are things between you two? You're best friends! You can't let this ruin your friendship."

"No" she sighed. "Aang already apologised."

"That's a bad thing?"

"I don't want him to!" she shouted. "I wanted to be with him. Not Toph" she bellowed, and began to sob. "I hate this."

He hadn't seen his sister so distraught since the issue with bloodbending, and since she had paid a visit to Yon Rha. Both times, he recalled Aang being the one to comfort her and make sure she had felt safe when she felt like her sense of self and identity had been violated. To see them both in such situations was dire but he couldn't really blame Aang for what happened. He was well within his right. But this was his sister. A part of him wanted to be resentful of his two other friends.

"Will you stay tonight? Like old times?"

"Sure, sis." He really didn't know what to do about all of this. But at the very least, he could be here to comfort Katara. They lay down together, Sokka as big spoon wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. "Good night" he whispered. Tomorrow was sure to be interesting for them all.