"Zuko?"

The silent waterbender stepped over the sleeping bodies in the camp, whispering his name as she searched for him in the darkness.

Shivering as the night clouds vanished, the moon appearing brighter and brighter, leading her through the darkness. She could almost the hear the Spirits whispering in her ear, watching her, as she knelt beside the firebender's body.

"Katara?"

On her knees, she kept a hand on her waterskin, concerned for the banished prince. He was pretty beat up from a previous fight with the Dai Li, Azula and her posse. They had won, but not without a hard fight and an escape on Appa. It had been, truthfully, one of their first fights that had drawn blood, broken bones, and scars. Burns and bruised were scattered along his body, being not so merciful as he breathed deeply.

"Zuko, please, let me heal you now. You need help."

Just hours ago, the stubborn firebender had refused to let her heal him, and she had left him alone about it. Sometimes, people needed their space. But by the way he grumbled and groaned with pain every few minutes while the others slept peacefully, their wounds gone thankfully because of Katara's healing, she knew he was getting restless.

He sighed.

"I don't need any help, Katara."

"Everybody needs help, Zuko. You helped us today in our fight, let me repay you now. Just please, let me heal you, please."

Finally, after a moment of silence, he nodded in the darkness giving a grunt of approval.

Drawing the water from the pouch, she placed her glowing hands on his wounds. As she patched the slashed and gashed in his flesh, he gave a sigh of relief. With a tiny smile on her lips, she watched as his eyes flickered with drowsiness.

She shushed him, watching as his aching body screamed at him to stay awake.

"Go to sleep...it's okay."

Whispering this to Zuko, Katara studied his face as he nodded and shut his eyes, his body happy to let sleep consume him.

Finishing her healing, she watched as he began to dream, his body wondering away into a land of peaceful slumber.

Her hand, without thinking, went to his face brushing away the stray hairs that framed his face. Her finger tips brushed his scar, the smile still resting on her lips.

Her dark hand continued to stroke his head, much like his mother used to do.

Like both their mothers used to do.

Quickly, Zuko's eyes popped open and he gave a slight gasp.

About to move her hand from his face, she nervously with fear, gave a gasp of her own.

But a hand reached up and placed it on top of hers, where her hand rested neatly brushing against his scar.

"Thank you Katara...I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier...I'm sorry..."

He said those foreign words to her, his golden eyes watching her in the dark. His hand slid down slowly with his sleepiness, but he had no intention of removing her hand where it was.

"Don't worry, Zuko. I forgiveyou."

Saying foreign words to him, she still smiled. Her words were like a soft lullaby to his ears, placing a small smile on his lips as he nodded and shut his eyes, returning to her slumber. Katara's hand went back to stroking his dark hair, and she realized something as he began to sleep.

How ironic it was.

How simply ironic and life changing.

Her free hand softly touched the spots on his chest, where he recent wounds had been until she had healed them, and she smiled.

Simple waterbending had healed him, healing him of scars that could have been there forever. If it wasn't for her.

At that thought her eyes traveled to his scar, that ironic reason returning to her mind.

His scar, the one on his peaceful face, had healed her.

Because of him, and the scar on his face, the very one she had learned to see through, had healed her and taught her something.

Forgiveness.

She could finally forgive again, just because of him.