"She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight."
The carriage rolled along over the smooth roads of the Earth Kingdom with finesse. Although Katara was enjoying the ride, she felt she should have walked, just to show she could. As it was, she wasn't sure whether the carriage was due to Sokka's clout or her own. If she found Sokka had ordered the carriage for her…
Katara leaned back against the plush cushions of her seat and closed her eyes. She would never tell Sokka, but the warmth of the Earth Kingdom was a relief compared to the frigid wilderness she called home. Katara opened her eyes again. She knew why Sokka was so protective, and yet she couldn't understand it at all. Hadn't she always been a strong person? One moment of weakness and now it was like he didn't trust her at all. It was actually painfully ironic when she considered how she had been the one who took care of Sokka when their mother died. Katara halted her train of thought forcefully. She recognized the gaping chasm these musings would lead to and so she distracted herself with thoughts of Omashu, King Bumi, and the diplomatic aspects of her visit. Her vigilance was soon rewarded; she had arrived in the city. With a sigh she descended the carriage, fully prepared to keep fooling herself as long as was necessary.