When Sokka finally awoke after the storm, he felt sick – unsurprisingly.
He sat up, coughing. Appa had landed; Katara was on the ground, cooking, but Aang remained with him.
"Aang?" rasped Sokka. "Why'd you disappear earlier?"
Aang didn't fake ignorance – he told Sokka everything. And Sokka couldn't lie: the first thing he felt was deep disappointment.
"You left your people?" His mind jumped to his father, leaving the tribe. But that had been for something – a greater good.
Aang nodded, downcast.
But maybe Aang's leaving was also good. Though unplanned, maybe everything was working out like it was supposed to.