Author's Note: Very short little blurb. Uncle and nephew have been reunited. I think they will be at some point, so this makes sense to me. Ha ha ha ha...Iroh is so wise. :D
Zuko wasn't sure which had stung worse, the sharp slap he had received from the waterbender or words she had angrily spat at him.
"Don't you ever call him a child! He is more of a man than you'll ever be."
He had watched her storm off, fists clenched and seething.
Iroh sat nearby, sipping his tea, a bemused smile on his face.
"Just like Mom."
"Huh…?"
"She's protecting him like Mom protected me."
The old general merely took another sip and shook his head, the smile growing wider.
"Oh no, nephew. This is completely different."