Prompt: Beard
"Sweetie! What is it?" Katara placed a gentle hand on Aang's face.
He scrubbed a shaky hand over his eyes. "It's nothing. Don't worry."
"Aang" her tone was unyielding.
His shoulders drooped "Gyatso tried to grow a beard, but said his self-respect would not allow such a moth-eaten thing to exist on his handsome face."
Aang released a watery chuckle and fingered his jawline, outlined by his own beard. "It's stupid, but I wish Gyatso could see..." He trailed off, unable to complete the thought.
All Katara could do was hold him as the tears finally spilled over.