Katara glanced over to where Zuko slept. She still wasn't sure how or why it happened, but it was decided the prince would travel with them. She, Sokka and Aang had been completely against the idea, of course, but it seemed that the opinions of a blind girl, a flying lemur, a ten-ton bison, and a previously imprisoned uncle outweighed theirs.
So, for the past two days, Zuko had traveled with them, all the while distancing himself from everyone, only speaking to throw an insult or when it was absolutely necessary. Katara had hated it; she wanted nothing to do with the firebender. She refused to have a repeat of the events in Ba Sing Se, and distanced herself from Zuko, hoping he would leave her alone.
Now, as she watched his sleeping form, she decided he might not be as dangerous as she had first thought. While asleep, he looked completely peaceful, harmless even. He would've looked like an innocent child was it not for the horrible mark on his face.
Katara reached out, gently touching the prince's scar. Carefully tracing the outline of the red marking, she found herself wondering how he'd gotten it.
Was it from the war?
Had it been some sort of accident?
How long had he had it?
What did he look like before?
Katara's fingers paused as she pondered the last question. Staring carefully at his face, she decided he must have looked very handsome. And that he still was.
Somehow, this realization caused a sudden rush of emotions to overwhelm her. It was then that she left the slumbering boy's bedside, deciding that he was still very dangerous.
Just in a different way than she had initially thought.
Author's Notes: Blahh... I don't really like the ending of this one. xP I couldn't seem to get it worded right.
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