Twenty-three
That night, as Zuko stared out to sea, Maya went up on deck to talk to him. "I wanted to tell you something," she said.
"What is it, Maya?"
"I'm proud of you. You could have chosen to go after the Avatar today, but you didn't. You chose to continue following Uncle."
Zuko gave the tiniest of smiles. "I have a feeling you would not have let me go after the Avatar, even if I had tried."
"Probably not," she said, smiling back. "But I don't think that's the only reason you chose not to."
"Maybe," he replied. "Maybe not."
She laughed quietly. "I'm going to bed now. Try not to make too much of a racket when you come down, okay?"
He looked at her and smiled, just a little. "Good night, Maya."
"Good night, Zuko."
