Katara woke with her head pounding, but managed to get around fine.
"Why don't you do your crazy heal-y bending?" Sokka asked over breakfast.
"She's concussed, stupid." Toph retorted. "Would you want to do something that delicate when you can't even focus?"
"You're a blind Earthbender!" Sokka yelled, and Toph snorted, holding back a laugh.
"My unseeing eyes don't hurt me! She was hardly coherent!"
"I'll fix it once I can focus." Katara agreed, wincing under her pounding headache. It was a sensitive area to work with, and given adrenaline, pain and a concussion, plus her utter exhaustion it was not a feat she was comfortable doing.
Yet, at least.
Zuko wandered from the guest room, rubbing his eyes and looking decidedly un-king-like, no shirt, casual pants.
Gorgeous, Katara thought. She mentally cursed herself, but couldn't quite keep her eyes off his slender but muscular frame. He glanced over at her and she tried to hide her face.
"Can you put a shirt on?" Sokka asked with a huff.
"Oh. Yeah." He wandered back into the room. Katara was typically asleep well before Zuko, so she didn't know he slept... shirtless.
He returned after a few moments, a piece of paper gripped in his fist, and a grim expression.
"All I did was ask you to put a shirt on..." Sokka mumbled.
"It isn't about the clothes..." Zuko said. "I have received word someone has put a contract on my life."
"A...contract?" Katara felt her heart began to race.
"An assassin's contract."
