When the Dog Bites
"Oh, La. Oh, Zuko." She slid next to him. She pressed her hands against his gaping wound. "Hang in there, Zuko." Her hands were soon covered in blood. Zuko groaned. "Hang on, Zuko. I'm getting ready to heal you, okay? Just let me get to my—water." She reached around to unlatch her canteen and molded the water to his side. It began glowing. Beneath the water, she could see muscle and skin knitting together. She sighed in relief when he opened his eyes.
"Katara," he murmured.
Katara pressed her lips to his. "Don't ever scare me like that again."
So, uh, yeah.