Normally, this would be the peak of her strength. The full moon at its highest point—but tonight, the moon is painted crimson, half concealed by shadow.
Zuko sits silent, watchful as the dark deepens. Katara can rarely sleep through the rush of power of the full moon, but the empty pit where her bending should be offers no relief. Without her bending, she cannot fight.
But she will never be defenseless.
While Zuko keeps guard, Katara takes up his swords and resumes her practice. She will learn to fight without water.
Until then, Zuko vows to be her defense.