Author's Note:

Dear Reader, the one who knows he/she is meant, Sorry, that was not my intention. I was just like, "What will the other readers think of me?", and you know a little panic, because I have no ability than to post a new chapter if I want to say something in our conversation and I am afraid that this might cause harm to the story, you know. I did not think about the fact that if you posted your e-mail it would be public, I just get the reviews via e-mail and, you know, don't think about it… I just feel a little helpless, but that's okay I think. Maybe we can find some other way? PS: A kiss from Toreth to all the people reviewing! Anyway, no time to loose.

"Hi", was the first thing he said when he woke up. He saw her smile, that somewhat turned sad, and reached up to cup her cheek. "You did something to him,… the man that wounded me,… I heard him scream,… you punished him, am I right.", she nodded sadly in agreement, a single tear rolling down her other cheek. He drew her down, close to him, hugged her tightly and stroked threw her hair while she cried.

"You know, I didn't want to… kill someone… I-I-I feel so… terrible….but if I had lost you, I couldn't… bear to… you know..", she said in between sobs.

The men in the camp heard her crying, it was the saddest sound they had ever heard and they felt pity for her, but no one dared to step in.

Weeks went on and on. Toreth now did as Hakoda said and stayed at the camp when ships were seen. One day, despite the spies Hakoda had set out, an unexpected visitor came to the camp.

Toreth had gone to a nearby village, they wondered about it, she was not known for such behavior. The last days she was moody, she went out to the beach to uncommon times and seemed to wander around a lot. She had once nearly missed an attack. And now she was going to a village.

Hakoda was in the main tent when Bato entered and the visitor followed. He looked up and wondered if his old eyes were tricking him. His son stood there, smiling broadly at him. He was unsure at first but then they hugged each other tightly. For what seemed like hours they talked. They talked about the war and Katara and the bombs… last Hakoda mentioned Toreth.

Sokka's expression completely changed when he heard that his father had a new woman in his life. Suddenly he was cold and seemed hurt.

It was around this time that Toreth came back, she was quite happy as she did so. Then Bato told her about the visitor and all of sudden she got very nervous. She overheard them arguing and flinched when she did. His son was not really nice to her. Because of her he doubted his father's love for his mother, for his family even, she thought that would hurt Hakoda the most. And it did, she heard that. Toreth did not want to cause any trouble in his family. So she decided to go, like she had done many times before, leave, before she could bring unspeakable harm to them. She hastily wrote a letter in which she partly explained her actions and her feelings, she left one minor detail, but she thought if he did not know he would be happier.

She walked back to Bato and gave it to him, "Here give that to Hakoda, hurry before his son is gone and tell him, he must immediately read it.", then she stormed off at a supernatural speed, leaving a perplexed Bato behind, not wanting to be seen crying.

Bato did as he was told, even if he had an idea what the letter was about, the conversation between father and son hardly could have been ignored anymore. When he stepped in Sokka was half out of the tent but he stopped him, making sure he did not go off so fast, and handed Hakoda the letter, "Here, Toreth said I should hand you this immediately before Sokka is gone. She just left, but we won't catch her anyway. She ran away with a speed even the ships can hardly match. So you can read the letter and not storm off behind her.", he said, his grip around Sokka's shoulder tight his voice a little louder in the end because he knew his friend and saw that he had that in mind.
Hakoda's face went pale when he read the letter. Afterward he sank down to his knees, covering his face with one hand, the letter in the other. It was the first time after the death of his mother that Sokka saw his father cry.