A blood-curdling scream interrupted the tranquil view from Appa's head, and Aang let out a withering sigh. Honestly, had he expected any different?
Not really. Katara was awfully predictable in certain circumstances, and looking at the face of an unconscious masked stranger in a warrior bandit costume fell directly into the category. In fact, it was probably a defining example of it: the type of situation where the water tribe girl just had, had to look.
"AANG!" Katara yelled in a panic. The airbender sighed again. Not that he was any better. He'd looked too, all those months ago.
"I ALREADY KNOW!" he shouted back over his shoulder.
"BUT HE'S...!"
"I ALREADY KNOW! WE'LL BE BACK TO TOWN IN A LITTLE WHILE! STOP WORRYING!"
There was no further response, and Aang went back to staring at the horizon. He was pretty sure Katara would be fine after a minute or so. She was great like that.
Katara was not at all fine.
Because Creep Of The Year Jet was wounded and unconscious right next to her, and for some reason Aang was not only aware of this but even seemed to be okay with it.
It was too much, and Katara's brain exploded.
THE END.