"It is good to see you again, Fire Lord," she says in the light of the morning, before his courtiers and the ambassadors of the other Nations. He replies in turn from behind a wall of flame, his voice cool and impersonal. She nods and moves on, keeping her eyes averted from his blurred form.
"We were good friends," she says with a smile as she dines with his wife in the mid-afternoon, throwing Zuko a friendly glance across the table. Zuko smiles slightly, and voices his agreement with a rare show of warmth.
"I love you," she whispers in the still of the night, far away from the prying eyes of his court and family. He clutches her tighter and buries his head in her neck, and she feels the dampness of his tears in her hair as he responds that he feels the same.
And then the morning arrives and they put the night behind them, becoming Ambassador Katara and Fire Lord Zuko once more.