Sokka rose silently, tiptoeing to Suki's room. But Aang, who woke even to changes in the wind, stirred.

"Whatcha doing?" he mumbled.

Sokka froze. "Going to . . . the bathroom."

Aang accepted this, but sat up anyway. "Sokka," he whispered, voice strained with fear, "do you think that play was right? That I'll lose – again?"

Sokka barely hesitated. "No," he whispered, surprised at his certainty. "You will beat Firelord Ozai – I know it."

Aang exhaled. "Thanks for believing in me," he whispered, lying down again.

Sokka stood still for a moment, protectiveness swelling within him. Then, he tiptoed out.