Disclaimer: Despite numerous wasted wishes on shooting stars, birthday cakes, etc. I still do not own Avatar.

The boat ride over was silent, each of us trying to figure what the Avatar wanted. By the time we reached the sandy beach it was mid-afternoon. The men that traveled with us to the island undid our bonds and left us, alone. I looked over at Zuko; he was concentrating of something, what I couldn't tell. He was an enigma. He had a temper yes, but he always treated his uncle with respect even when angered. I stared too long.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nu…nothing."

He glared at me, so I glared right back. Suddenly his face softened. "Come on we've got work to do."

He turned and started walking along the edge of the forest. I hurried to catch up with him.

"What can you do?"
"Excuse me."
Zuko sighed, "What kind of skills do you possess? Like can you sew, cook, build a shelter. Those kinds of things."

"Well…" I thought, 'I can sew pretty well. Cook well that a matter of opinion. Shelter if we were back home…'

"Can you do anything?" I could hear the impatience in his voice.

"I can cook and sew. I can build an igloo. I don't know I am willing to try anything once, twice if I like it." I grinned up at him cheekily.

He nodded, "Okay, good. It's a start."

We walked a little bit further, until Zuko suddenly stopped, I wasn't looking any walked right into him.

"Ouch!" I stepped back rubbing my nose, Zuko turned and glanced at my face and said,

"You'll live. Look over there in between those two trees." I stopped rubbing my nose to see what he was pointing at. My eyes followed to where he was pointing. It was a small clearing. It was just visible from the beach, it was protecting by the surrounding trees.

"Is that our camp?" Zuko nodded, he led the way into the forest. I followed closely, only stumbling once. When he stopped, I did too, and looked around. It was like no other place I had ever seen, sure I'd heard about trees and grass, but in the South there's only snow and ice.

Truthfully, it wasn't much to look at. There was a soft covering of grass, and I could hear a stream somewhere, but I couldn't see it.

I stood there in awe. Not noticing the look that Zuko gave me. I laid down on the grass, closed my eyes and heaved a big sigh, 'It is as soft as it looked.'

I opened my eyes to see Zuko staring at me with a smirk, "Never seen grass before, peasant."

I shook my head no. I looked up at the sky, but all I could see were leaves and branches.

I heard a plop next to me; I turned my head and saw Zuko sitting crossed-legged next to me. He looked down at me and said, "We're wasting daylight."

But he made no move to get up and neither did I.

We sat in companionable silence. For once we weren't yelling or calling each other names like, "water peasant" or "spoiled brat". It was actually pretty nice.

The daylight was slowly fading from the sky. I could've laid there the rest of the day, but then my stomach growled. I heard Zuko's growl in response. I sighed ands at up.

"We should probably make some kind of camp." Zuko looked at me and stood up. He held out a hand to help me up. I stared at his hand for a few moments, and then I placed my hand in his and allowed him to help me up. My tingled form where our hands made contact I looked up at Zuko from under my lashes to see if he felt anything. But his face was unreadable as usual. He turned and walked away from me, I glared at his retreating back; I wanted him to feel something. I was so busy glaring at his back that I didn't see him clench, the hand that I'd held into a fist.