"Get out of here! You have to find Aang! We'll be ok!"
Those were the last words she uttered as she watched Appa flew away. She was not worried though, Appa's wounds had been taken care of and been sufficiently fed. Hopefully the bison was safely reunited with his master by the time she was taken alone in the Boiling Rock.
If only she was as confident as to where her other Kyoshi Warriors might be doing. The princess who soundly defeated her in combat taunted that her friends would not get the special treatment she was receiving. After that, she never saw her again nor any news regarding their condition.
She lost her count of days as she concentrated on her katas instead. The Fire Nation may have taken her uniform, her fans, but she had always seen to it to keep herself in shape and her senses as sharp.
And she always ignored the stories that the Avatar was dead. She knew him. She knew his friends. She knew Sokka and his strength as a warrior. They would not allow themselves to be defeated by the enemy so easily.
In fact it was her belief in Sokka's abilities and that he will come to her rescue one day was the reason why she lasted so long in prison without falling into despair. She was the youngest girl there, in a place full of dangerous criminals and political enemies. She made sure she would not stand out to attract unwanted attention, made no effort to befriend anyone to give them the wrong impresssion... to the ones who DO go near her, though...
There was a creak on her door, alerting her that a guard just entered her room.
"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" She made sure her tone of voice aimed at her unwanted visitor that she did not appreciate the interruption.
The young guard cockily crossed his arms. "You mean you don't recognize me?"
She narrowed her eyes in warning as she added, "You people all look the same to me."