The firebender breaths in deep through her nose, the sound echoing throughout the cell. The sound of shuffling, before a hiss interrupts. The sounds move further back until everything goes silent.
Azula glances from behind her long hair, sharp eyes piercing. She's alone with the child and the familiar woman, and she thinks somewhere that it's nice. There's a little girl holding her, trusting her. It wouldn't take much to grab her head and break her neck. It wouldn't take much to remove such a stupid child from the world. Really, nothing much at all.