"What did she tell you?" Zuko was bombarded the secant he came out of the room.
The Lieutenant, his Uncle and the Healer all stood looking to the prince, waiting for his answer.
Zuko looked to Xola's Father, who looked like he was about to explode. Ji had been asleep when Xola was taken aboard Zhoa ship. He had probably just heard of her capture in the last five minuets.
Zuko looked to his feet and walked away from the man, muttering something under his breath that no one could hear.
Iroh sighed and jogged up to his nephew grasping his shoulder.
"I'm afraid we didn't hear you." Iroh said softly, knowing, full well, that he was trading on week ground.
Zuko stared down the hallway but in his the eyes there was a void, as if he was not really seeing it as a whole. His lips parted and in a hose voice, he uttered three words that made the other men cringe. "He took her."
Either at themselves or Zhoa was unsure, but all three men sighed in anger and frustration. Zuko found new anger he had never felt. His blood ran cold, his throat was dry, and his heart felt as if some one had poured Fire Flake juice into his arteries.
Zuko waived a threatening finger at the healer, as if somehow, this was his entire fault. "If she's with child-"
"-It will look like yours." Iroh cut in. "Or one of the crews. But since most of the men here are already married, no one will believe that its one of there's."
Zuko opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it, realizing that his uncle was right.
Iroh patted his nephew on the shoulder. "We have no proof of Zhoa's sickness. And you know what your father would do if word got to him."