"Can we..." Aang halts, cheeks glowing. "I'm doing this wrong. I meant to say, will you marry me?" He covers his eyes and moans "no, no, no, that's not what I planned to say."
Katara wraps her hands around his, pulls them down. She meets his gaze and he sees that her eyes are bright with unshed tears. They slip free when she finds her voice. "Yes, Aang, yes. Nothing would make me happier."
"I want to make a family with you." They've talked about it, but he needs to be sure.
She enfolds him in her arms. "I want that, too."