Katara spirited through the dark corridor leading to Aang's chambers, bare feet silent on the cool stone.
When she slipped into bed beside him he stirred, and pulled her closer with a drowsy smile. But then he hesitated, remembering where they were. Guests in the home of an especially stuffy noble, who'd put the unmarried teens in separate wings of his estate.
"I'll be back before anyone knows I'm gone," she whispered, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. "It's strange, sleeping without you."
"It really is," he murmured into her hair, folding her closer, breathing her in.