"Happy? I'm not sure what that means for Azula".

Ursa had likewise been unsure of the term when it came to her middle daughter. If she were honest with herself, she would admit that she knows nothing of her daughter in a personal manner.

"Azula is the only reason I am here," she said, swallowing her nerves. "I'm concerned for her".

"Hmm," was the answer from the shadowed figure behind steel bars.

Ursa curled her fingers into fists, straining to keep the fear and hate out of voice as she spoke. "You're the only person she would speak to. Despite your small heart, she loved you".

"Hmm".

The audacity! Thought Ursa angrily. Heartless monster!

"I loved her also. She has my blessing".

Ursa heard a gasp that she knew did not come from her own lips. Turning, she spotted the tail of the red dress Azula wore nowadays sweeping around the corner of the room. Turning back to Ozai, she read his face clearly. The broken man had done one last favor to at least one of their children. A man of few words, Ursa knew their conversation was over. They had nothing more to say to the other.

"Thank you," said the woman with a nod before she blew out the single sconce and left the room in darkness.

Rounding the corner she followed the only pathway leading out of the prison to find Azula outside with her lover, his tattooed arms embracing her with a tenderness that warmed Ursa's heart.

The avatar gave her a nod over Azula's head. Ursa took it as a sign that it was ok to proceed. After moments of quiet sobs, the princess lifted her head to look at the man above her.

"Well?" He asked softly.

"I'm ready," she answered.

The avatar gave a smile taking the betrothal necklace into his hands. Azula turned as he laced it unto her neck, spotting her mother in that moment.

Ursa waited to be sent away with a cruel retort. Aang removed his hands and laid them on her shoulders with a happy sigh. Ursa continued to wait.

"How do I look, Mother?" Azula asked a smile teasing her lips.

"Happy," answered the former princess. "Very happy".