Okay, number two in one day.
Ship: Jetara
When: Anytime after Jet dies.
Katara lay on Appa's saddle, wondering if she had trusted Jet or if he hadn't died, would they have already been further than still sleeping on a giant bison's back? Would they be sleeping in his tree dome, and not being chased as badly as they already were?
"What would be the last thing you would have said to him?" Aang asked earlier that night when they got into conversation.
Katara simply shrugged it off and said, "I don't know."
But now she did know what she would have said to him. She would have said she was sorry. It was now late at night, and she wondered if Jet was watching over her.
"I'm sorry," Katara whispered to Jet, so lightly she couldn't hear herself. "Sorry for not trusting you. You had a better heart and I relied on the past. I should have told you how I really felt."
How did she really feel? "I thought I really liked you when we met," she continued. "But then you turned your back on my brother and Aang…and worse, me. But then I saw you again and was…" Pausing, she thought of the word. "Amazed. But I was scared. If only I could have said something else or done something else than hurt you when you treated me with respect after I didn't…"
Shutting her eyes tight, trying to go to sleep, a voice came over her like it was traveling in the wind softly, "I'm sorry, too."