Ursa POV
'Go on...' Iroh pressed, curious at my reluctance.
I steeled myself.
'I've been with the water nation tribe.'
'What?' Iroh was shocked, he moved closer to me with his jaw slack.
'The Southern Water Tribe, I had ... connections. And I realized who that girl is. What that girl is, what she could mean for the entire world.'
The information burst from me like water pressing against a Dam, suddenly flowing in torrents, a mellifluous waterfall.
'Who is she Ursa?' Iroh frowned, I knew he must have considered the possibility.
'It's her.' I confirmed.
'She's the one we've been waiting for.'
Iroh relaxed, his face easing into a comfortable smile.
'All is not lost then. There is only one problem, Zuko seems... to have developed feelings for her.'
'Ah, that is not a problem, dear Iroh.' I assured him. My bearded compatriot raised one cynical eyebrow.
'Oh? Indeed, how so? We cannot allow him to develop feelings for the-'
'-Not here.' I hissed. I had no idea who was listening to our conversation but I was taking no chances.
No one would find out who the water bender really was.
'Let's just say, everything will work out.' I smiled.