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.
