Of Burnt Badgermoles and Broken Dragons

by sappho-anaktoria

Azula never expected to leave the asylum; she never, ever expected anyone to care enough about her. But that's not the reason–it can't be. No one cares about her, and no one ever will. It makes no difference to her where she rots. [AzulaxToph] Spread the love, people :3

28. Yes

Azula's hand has dropped from her neck. The older woman's shoulders still shake, though, her head buried in the little metalbender's neck. Lin lifts her hands and squeezes Azula's tiny frame tightly. They are the only two in existence.

"The bad man who gave you bruises... is he here?" she asks softly. She doesn't realise her voice carries, that Toph has cocked her head and is listening intently. Lin lifts her hand and runs it over Azula's face. Toph swallows; it's what ''they'' do together. It's ''their'' system.

But, as Azula's breath evens out, she can't begrudge her daughter.

"Yes."