Chapter 1: Rising Tension
SPOILER WARNING: This book is the third book of a trilogy. None of the events that will take place in this book will make sense unless you have read the first two. The first book in the series is "The Destruction of War- Book 1: Water" for those who are interested. Thanks!
AN: Hello, and welcome to the final book of this trilogy! It's hard to believe we've made it this far, isn't it?
I'm sorry for posting this a day later than planned, but I promise to stick to my normal upload schedule from here on out. As a heads-up, this book is much darker than the original TV show. It explores more mature themes and topics, so if that makes you uncomfortable, I recommend looking elsewhere.
Additionally, a quick content warning for this chapter — there's a description of a panic attack, and I wanted to give you a heads-up just in case.
On a lighter note, I've recently gotten into writing one-shots! Thank you to everyone who has read "Game of Pretend" and "A Holiday to Remember: An ATLA Hallmark Christmas Special!" Your support means the world to me. I'm still working on replying to all the wonderful reviews for the Hallmark Christmas one-shot, so if you left a review, please know I appreciate it and will respond soon. (Also, I somehow managed to write Aang as happy and carefree for once — a true miracle!) I'm sure more one-shots will come whenever inspiration strikes.
Thank you all for your constant support. Every read, favorite, and review fuels me with more motivation than I can put into words. I hope you enjoy the final book of this trilogy!
Chapter 20 Review Responses from the previous book:
JDisk98: Thank you for the review my friend! You are absolutely right. The Battle of Ba Sing Se was an enormous victory for the group, but it came at an immense cost. I hope you enjoy this final book of the series! Thanks for your constant support!
Kalaong: Haha, well I tried to make it a little more unexpected than the ending of the first book! I absolutely love that theory of yours, and knowing Bumi... he would TOTALLY do that. And you're definitely right about it taking a thousands-strong firebending army to be able to do it. Thanks for sharing that quote, I loved it! Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy this last book!
Madslynx: No worries, I figured that was the case! I'm glad that you enjoyed the speeches! I also really enjoyed that part, and the parallels that existed between them! And yes, the Kataang connection is even there while they are out there on the battlefield, and they are able to work seamlessly with each other in order to make it happen :) Sokka is a beast in this series out on the battlefield. He really is invaluable in those battles as he was the one that took out both Ronshi and Azulon! Yup! Aang got hurt in this one, but he knew that the stakes were too high to give up. The fate of the world was on his shoulders, and he had to step up to the plate. Bumi and Rina do make a fantastic team together. And oh my gosh, I'm sorry :( If it makes you feel better, I didn't like it either? All jokes aside, I really am so appreciative of your constant support that you've shown throughout this series. I hope that you enjoy the final book of the trilogy!
Latte28: Hello, my friend! Thank you again for such an in-depth review of the last two chapters. I went ahead and sent you a PM that responds to it a little more in-depth, but I wanted to again thank you for the constant support that you provided over the last book! I hope you enjoy the final book of the series!
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As the first light of dawn slipped through the window, Aang's eyes fluttered open. Katara was nestled close against him, her arms around his waist, her breathing steady but her face slightly troubled even in sleep. Behind him, Aang could hear Sokka's soft snores, though they occasionally caught in his throat, as if even in sleep, his mind was still tangled with the memories of yesterday's battle. The room felt heavy, burdened with an unspoken weight that lingered even in these quiet moments.
Turning his head carefully, Aang caught sight of Rina lying just beyond Sokka. She was awake, her gaze distant as she stared at the wall, her expression lined with a tension that seemed all too familiar. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she looked as if she was trapped in thoughts that wouldn't let her go.
Not wanting to startle her, Aang whispered, "Good morning, Rina."
She blinked, her eyes snapping back to the present as she realized it was Aang speaking to her. A fleeting relief crossed her face, as though his voice was a reminder of safety, but the furrowed worry quickly returned, tightening her features. She seemed almost afraid to let herself relax.
"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his voice full of quiet understanding.
Rina's shoulders slumped, her eyes shifting away as she stared at her hands. "I… I don't know, Aang," she murmured, her voice weighed down with uncertainty and exhaustion. She looked like she wanted to hold herself together, but the cracks were there, clear as day, revealing the hurt and confusion underneath.
Aang watched her with a softness, recognizing the depth of her pain—the kind that had woven itself into his own heart too. He waited a moment before offering, "Want to go for a walk? Maybe… talk things through?"
Rina paused, her gaze dropping again as if she were weighing the strength she had left. She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting as she considered his offer. But then, after a long silence, she gave him a small nod. "I think… I'd like that," she said quietly, glancing at her legs with a sigh. "But I… might need a little help."
Aang's mouth lifted in a sad but understanding smile, the compassion in his eyes tinged with a hint of guilt. He knew her injuries and exhaustion were, in some part, because of everything he'd pulled them all into. He gently unwrapped himself from Katara's embrace, sliding out from under the blankets with care. As he moved, Katara's arms reached for him, her brow furrowing in her sleep as though sensing the loss. He paused, watching her shift and murmur softly, her face carrying remnants of the previous day's distress even in sleep.
He pulled the blanket back over her, tucking it close around her shoulders. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his heart aching as he watched her features relax, though a shadow of tension still lingered.
Turning, Aang padded quietly around the edge of the bed, each step cautious as the bruises and burns from the battle throbbed with each movement. Reaching Rina, he knelt beside her, looping her arm gently over his shoulder. She leaned into him, and as she did, her hand brushed against one of the deeper burns on his side. He couldn't help but wince, but quickly masked it with a reassuring smile as she looked at him with concern.
Together, they hobbled out of the room, each step slow and deliberate. The quiet of the house felt almost sacred, as if everyone inside was sharing in the same, unspoken pain. They moved carefully, Aang supporting Rina as they made their way outside, both of them ready to face the morning and, hopefully, find a little peace in each other's company.
Aang and Rina finally made it out the front door, the crisp morning air washing over them. The coolness seemed to ease some of the tension they both carried, if only for a moment. Aang helped Rina carefully sit down on the front steps, making sure she was comfortable before slowly settling down next to her. He winced as he did, feeling a sting from his own injuries that hadn't fully healed.
Rina noticed his discomfort and looked over, concern evident in her eyes. She muttered, "Aang, you really need to get Katara to heal those wounds. You can barely sit down."
Aang gave a small nod, his gaze softening. "I know… I was going to ask, but I wanted to give her some rest yesterday." He let out a tired sigh. "We're all exhausted from the battle. And Katara especially… I just wanted to make her life a bit easier for a change."
Rina reached over, placing her hand gently on his knee. "You're a really good person, Aang," she said, her voice tender. "We're all lucky to have such a selfless friend."
He tried to smile, but it came out sad, almost reluctant. Aang couldn't help feeling that he didn't quite deserve the praise. But hearing those words from Rina, someone he looked up to so deeply, meant more than he could say. With a soft smile, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, the quiet warmth between them helping to ease the unspoken tension they both held.
For a few peaceful moments, they sat in silence, the calm morning breeze rustling through the leaves around them. The sky was a soft grayish-blue, with faint streaks of sunlight just beginning to color the horizon. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance, and the world around them felt untouched by the turmoil they had just endured. But the peace was interrupted when Aang heard a shaky, uneven breath from Rina. He turned his head, noticing her eyes welling up with tears.
In a barely audible voice, she whispered, "Aang… why aren't you mad at me?"
Confused, he tilted his head, his brows knitting in concern. "Mad at you?" he asked softly. "Why would I be mad?"
She stammered, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as she struggled to speak. "Because… I lost Bumi. I should've protected him. It's my fault that he died."
A pang of hurt crossed Aang's face as he watched her break down, her words drenched in guilt and grief. He gently whispered, "Rina, it wasn't your fault. You told us yourself that the explosion… it was massive, it killed everyone around it."
Her hands balled into fists, her voice coming out in an angry, self-loathing rasp as she fought to keep her tears at bay. "That… that doesn't make it right!" she choked out. "Why do I get to live when he's gone?"
Aang pulled her closer, allowing her to cling to him, her hands clutching his shirt tightly despite the pain it brought him from his wounds. He didn't care about the discomfort; he just wanted to be there for her. He gazed out across the quiet neighborhood, trying to steady his own breathing as he found the words he needed to say. Hesitantly, he whispered, "You know… I've asked myself that question a lot, lately. Why did I get to live when all the Air Nomads didn't? Why do I survive these battles when so many others don't?"
Rina went quiet, her breathing slowly calming as he spoke, her tears beginning to slow. A heavy silence settled between them as his words hung in the air, and after a few moments, Aang continued, his voice soft and somber. "I can't lie to you, Rina… it doesn't get easier. That guilt can overwhelm you if you let it, if you dwell on the losses. But… I think we need to try to focus on what's still here. You made it out alive from that explosion, even though so many others didn't. And because of that… Sokka, Katara, all of us… we're a little less broken than we would have been."
A faint, pained smile crossed his lips as he looked up at the sky, his gaze distant. "And I know Bumi's out there somewhere… watching over us, just like he always did. I think he's still finding ways to give us that strength he always had, so we can keep going."
Rina nodded slowly, her tears beginning to dry. She looked down, her voice a small, broken whisper. "Do you… do you think I'm a failure?"
Aang tightened his grip around her, feeling the strength of her own grip in response. Despite the sharp ache of his injuries, he spoke with conviction. "Rina, you're nowhere close to a failure. You and Bumi both… you're heroes. If you hadn't taken down those catapults, the battle could have turned out so differently."
Rina let out a shaky breath, the hint of relief flickering in her eyes. She managed a small, quiet, "Thank you, Aang."
He gave her a gentle smile. "Anytime. And… I know it's easier said than done, but you need to find a way to forgive yourself. Trust me… I know what it's like to destroy yourself with self-blame and guilt."
She nodded, her voice a whisper. "I'll… I'll try."
Aang's smile grew a bit more, his voice warm with encouragement. "That's all I can ask for." He extended a hand, giving her a reassuring nod. "Come on, let's get back inside. We could all use a bit more rest."
Rina took his hand, and together they hobbled back inside, supporting each other with each careful step. The weight of their sorrows seemed a little lighter, if only for a moment, as they returned to the warmth of their friends still waiting inside.
Aang's heart twisted as he helped Rina back onto the bed, guiding her to lie down carefully. The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her exhausted face. He lingered for a moment, gently squeezing her hand in reassurance, before letting go and stepping back, intending to slip out quietly so the three could rest a little longer.
But a quiet, familiar voice stopped him at the door.
"Aang, wait."
He turned to see Katara sitting up slowly, her face drowsy and soft as she adjusted to the light. The sun caught in her eyes, making them appear even more vivid despite the tired shadows beneath them. She rose from the bed and crossed the room toward him, her fingers reaching out and winding around his hand. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sighed softly, as if his presence alone steadied her.
Aang's heart filled with a bittersweet warmth as he whispered, "I was just going to head to another room and rest a bit while you all sleep."
"Do you mind if I come with you?" she murmured, her voice gentle but laced with a kind of need, as though she couldn't bear to be separated from him just yet.
Aang's face softened as he looked down at her, his smile gentle. "Not at all."
Their hands entwined, they walked in silence through the quiet halls, the weight of the past day still heavy around them. They slipped into an unused bedroom, untouched and simple, with a quiet stillness that felt almost sacred in the early light. Aang reached the bed first and gingerly sat down on the edge, wincing slightly as he settled into place. His muscles ached, every bruise and burn from yesterday's battle making its presence known.
He looked up at her, his gaze warm yet clouded with concern. "How are you feeling, Katara?" he asked, voice low and careful.
But instead of answering, she suddenly moved toward him. Her expression flickered, a strange pain flashing across her features, and without warning, she threw her arms around him, burying herself against his chest with such force that he toppled back against the bed. He let out a small, surprised yelp as her weight pressed into him, a twinge of pain radiating from his injuries. Yet he didn't hesitate to return her embrace, his arms wrapping around her as though she were something precious he needed to protect. One of his hands found its way to her hair, his fingers threading gently through it as he held her close, feeling the slight tremors that ran through her body.
"It's okay, Katara," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance. "We're here. I'm here for you."
She clung to him with a desperation that surprised him, her fingers pressing firmly into his chest as if to anchor herself there. But when her hand brushed against one of the burns on his chest, a sharp, involuntary cry escaped him, and she jolted back, looking stricken with guilt.
Her voice was a hushed, shaky whisper. "I… I forgot to heal you after yesterday. I'm so sorry, Aang. Let me fix this now. You shouldn't be hurting."
But Aang could see the lingering storm in her eyes, the way her gaze wouldn't quite focus on him, and he gently took hold of her wrist, his fingers light but firm. "Are you sure it's a good idea? I can wait a bit longer," he said softly, trying to ease the pressure. "I'll be fine, I promise."
She shook her head, her expression set with that fierce determination he knew so well. "No, Aang. I need to do this. I can't stand seeing you in pain."
His hand fell away, yielding to her resolve, and with a slight nod, he pulled his robes over his head, exposing the dark, angry bruises and burns that marred his chest and torso. He could see her eyes widen as they landed on the marks, her hand hovering just above them, fingers trembling as she took in the extent of his injuries. She had tended to him countless times before, but this time, something in her gaze changed, the color draining from her face.
For a moment, her fingers hovered inches from his skin, then suddenly, her expression clouded as her gaze seemed to drift, staring through him as her breaths grew shallow. She didn't blink as her mind dragged her back into a series of vivid, haunting memories.
She was on the battlefield again. General Ronshi's form loomed in her mind, watching as his brutal strike crashed into Aang's chest, sending him flying back in a sickening spiral. Her heart seized as she remembered him hitting the ground, his eyes unfocused. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening painfully as she saw it all play out again in perfect detail.
Her vision swam, and for a moment, she struggled for breath, but the memories were relentless. In a dizzying flash, she saw Prince Azulon's sneering face as he threw her to the ground, her limbs too slow to shield herself. She relived the searing heat as Aang threw himself over her, shielding her from Azulon's blasts with his body. The warmth of his chest, his agonized grunts as he blocked attack after attack for her sake—all of it washed over her, as real as if it were happening again.
Her hands tingled, the sensation creeping up her arms, and a faint ringing began in her ears, drowning out the world around her. Her mouth felt dry, so dry that even breathing became a struggle, her throat tight and unforgiving. Her mind was careening between past and present, images crashing into her consciousness with the force of a tidal wave.
And then she saw it—Aang's face twisted in pain, but it was no longer him. He was holding Bumi's limp form, devastation etched into his eyes as he carried their friend. A sharp pang of guilt tore through her. She hadn't been there fast enough. She hadn't been able to heal both Rina and Bumi in time. The scene twisted again, her mind's cruel trick replacing Bumi with Aang's lifeless body in the Southern Water Tribe, blood staining his robes as Sokka's anguished cry shattered her heart.
It was as if the air had been ripped from her lungs; her chest was tight, and her fingers felt numb as the images spun mercilessly through her mind. The room spun, and suddenly, she couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet.
"Katara." Aang's voice cut through the haze, sharp and steady, reaching into the depths of her spiraling thoughts. She barely heard him over the rush of blood in her ears, but he called her name again, more insistent, "Katara, look at me."
She turned, her vision still blurry, but she managed to focus on the outline of his face, the concern in his eyes piercing the fog around her. He reached out, guiding her hand to his chest, and beneath her trembling fingers, she felt the steady beat of his heart, anchoring her to the present.
"Breathe with me," he murmured, his voice gentle but firm. He placed her other hand over his abdomen, drawing her attention to the rise and fall of his breathing. "In…"
He took a deep breath, guiding her, and she struggled to follow, her breath still coming in broken, shallow gasps. But she tried, her fingers clinging to him as she forced air into her lungs.
"Out…" Aang exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her hand, urging her to release the breath she'd held onto.
Gradually, her breathing began to slow, each exhale easing the grip around her chest, each inhale drawing her closer to calm. The world came back into focus, the tightness in her throat easing with each breath she shared with him. His eyes held hers, steady and unwavering, grounding her as she took deeper breaths, her pulse beginning to settle.
When her vision finally cleared, she met his gaze fully, and the sight of his warm, worried eyes seemed to reach into her chest, soothing her heart in ways words couldn't. His eyes held an unfathomable tenderness, like he'd willingly absorb every ounce of her pain if it meant bringing her peace. In that fragile moment, she felt a faint calm settle within her, a quiet assurance that the storm could pass, if only for a little while.
Silence fell between them, and Katara gradually became aware of the dampness on her cheeks, the tracks of tears that had slipped down unnoticed in her spiral. Embarrassment flared within her, and she looked away, her gaze dropping to the floor as she tried to compose herself. But Aang's gentle eyes never wavered; his concern, unwavering and unspoken, reached out to her, coaxing her to stay grounded with him. She glanced up at him again, and he reached forward slowly, his hands open and welcoming, as if to say he would wait as long as she needed. Unable to hold back, she slipped into his arms, allowing herself to be enveloped in his warmth.
She pressed herself against him, her arms winding tightly around his waist as if he was the only thing keeping her anchored. Aang held her just as fiercely, his hand tracing soothing circles on her back, his touch tender yet steady, as though trying to draw every last fragment of pain from her with each movement. She let herself breathe in his familiar scent, grounding herself in him, letting it fill her senses and ease the lingering tremors within. His other hand came up to gently weave through her hair, his fingers brushing through it with infinite patience, like he was mending each broken piece of her spirit with every careful stroke.
"Shhh," he whispered, his voice soft and melodic, wrapping around her like a comforting lullaby. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Her words came out small, barely more than a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Aang… I'm so, so sorry…"
He hugged her tighter, his embrace infused with all the reassurance and compassion he could muster. "There's nothing to apologize for, Katara," he said firmly, his voice gentle yet resolute. "I'm here. We're both here."
Her breath hitched at his words, but with them came a sense of release she hadn't realized she needed. A part of her finally relaxed as she melted further into his embrace, her breathing gradually slowing to match his steady rhythm. His arms wrapped protectively around her, as if creating a barrier between her and the world, shielding her from the memories that had haunted her moments ago. Slowly, he leaned back against the pillows, pulling her with him, and she settled into the comfort of his chest. His embrace felt like a safe harbor, grounding her in the present, the steady rise and fall of his breathing like a beacon pulling her away from the edges of her past.
He leaned down, his voice a whisper close to her ear, a promise he seemed to give with every beat of his heart. "We're going to be okay, Katara. We're going to be okay."
With those words, the last of her tension ebbed away, her body finally succumbing to the warmth of his hold. She closed her eyes, intending to rest for just a moment, to take a single breath longer in his embrace. But the exhaustion weighed heavy, and without realizing it, she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, feeling utterly safe for the first time in a long while, her fears soothed by the steady, grounding presence of his arms around her.
In the dim light of the war room, the air was thick with tension. Advisors and generals sat around the grand stone table, their faces set in expressions of steely resolve and mounting anticipation. Fire Lord Sozin presided at the head of the table, his crimson robes flowing around him like fire itself, his cold gaze sweeping over the intricate maps and battle diagrams that sprawled across the table.
"We await word from Ba Sing Se," one general spoke with a confident tone, "and once we have conquered the Earth Kingdom's capital, our next strike will be the Southern Water Tribe." His eyes gleamed as he traced a finger over the map, sweeping from Ba Sing Se to the distant icy lands of the Southern Water Tribe, then pivoting northward. "Then, we finish with the Northern Water Tribe, and our victory will be complete."
Several advisors nodded in grim agreement, while others exchanged glances, each calculating the steps to the Fire Nation's total domination. But amidst their murmurs of confidence, a faint sense of trepidation lingered, like an ember left in a dark corner of the room. Everyone knew Ba Sing Se was the Earth Kingdom's last stronghold. If they could conquer it, their triumph would be undeniable. Yet, something unspoken weighed on the council.
Suddenly, the doors swung open, and a young servant stumbled inside, clutching a letter with trembling hands. The room fell silent, all heads turning as the intruder took several shaky steps forward, his gaze fixated on Fire Lord Sozin. The servant looked terrified, his face pale as he stammered, "F-Fire Lord Sozin, I… I have a report… from the Battle of Ba Sing Se."
A murmur rippled around the table, nervous glances darting between generals, while Fire Lord Sozin remained perfectly still, his gaze sharp and unyielding. He raised a hand, silencing even the smallest whisper, then fixed the servant with a piercing look. "Go on," he commanded, his voice even and icy. "Read it."
The servant gulped, unfolding the letter as his hands shook. His voice wavered as he began, "The Fire Nation army… was unsuccessful in its siege of Ba Sing Se. We… sustained heavy losses." The generals exchanged stunned, incredulous looks, but the servant continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "They are retreating… regrouping at the stronghold of Omashu."
Silence fell again as the words settled over the room, a collective shock pressing down like a physical weight. But the servant's voice quivered as he continued, "There… there appears to be no one in command. General Iwao, General Ronshi…" He paused, his throat tightening, knowing what he was about to say could cost him dearly. He glanced at Sozin, who stared back with an unflinching gaze, compelling him to finish.
"Prince Azulon," the servant choked, his voice breaking, "were all killed in battle."
The words echoed through the war room, hollow and chilling. A tense, uncomfortable silence stretched as everyone looked to Fire Lord Sozin, his expression a mask of cold authority—until it broke. His gaze, usually so calculating and distant, softened ever so slightly, and a flicker of shock—perhaps even grief—flashed across his face.
"My… son?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. For the briefest of moments, Fire Lord Sozin appeared vulnerable, his mask slipping in a way none had ever seen. The hardened generals, the seasoned war advisors, all sat frozen, watching in silent disbelief at this fracture in their unyielding ruler. It was as if they were witnessing something sacred—a rare, private glimpse into the heart of a man who rarely acknowledged one.
But as swiftly as it came, the vulnerability vanished, replaced by a sneer of anger, his gaze sharpening with renewed fury. His mouth twisted with disgust as he spat, "Those failures couldn't even complete their mission to spread the Fire Nation's glory." His hands clenched at the edges of the table, knuckles white with contained rage.
He straightened, turning his back to the stunned council, and his voice became a harsh command, each word dripping with venom. "Assemble another group of generals and leaders immediately. I want them at Omashu without delay. The soldiers need leadership—now more than ever." His eyes narrowed. "We can't afford to let the Earth Kingdom gain any more momentum."
With that, he pushed himself up from the table in one swift, furious motion, the rage rolling off him like heat from an inferno. His cape billowed as he stormed out, each step reverberating in the stunned silence of the war room. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the palace corridors as the advisors and generals remained seated, each haunted by the intensity of Sozin's fury and that fleeting glimpse of pain he'd so quickly hidden away.
Katara woke slowly, cocooned in a soft, comforting warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones. Her thoughts drifted in and out, heavy with sleep, until she blinked into the stillness and found herself held gently in a familiar embrace. Even before her eyes fully adjusted to the dark, she knew who it was. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked up, finding Aang's face just visible in the dim light, his arms secure around her. The sense of peace that washed over her was undeniable, easing her mind like a balm.
With a sigh, she glanced around, noticing that no light filtered through the window. The whole house seemed shrouded in night, silent and unmoving. "Did I sleep… all day?" she wondered softly aloud, her mind still fuzzy as she struggled to gauge the time.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the gentle sensation of fingers combing through her hair, stirring her from her musings. She froze for a moment before Aang's hand resumed, soothing her with each pass. His voice broke the silence, soft and tentative, as though he were speaking into a dream.
"Katara? Are you awake?" he murmured, his tone low enough that it wouldn't disturb her if she was still asleep.
Responding with a quiet hum, she nestled closer, careful to keep her arms wrapped around his waist, avoiding the areas where his burns might still be healing. She rested her head over his heartbeat, taking comfort in its steady rhythm, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath her cheek. A faint chuckle escaped Aang, and he leaned down, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. "I'll take that as a yes."
Stifling a sleepy smile, she blinked a few times to fully wake herself up, then asked in a groggy voice, "How long was I out?"
"Pretty much all day," he replied, his voice warm, filled with quiet affection. "It's a few hours past dinnertime."
Katara's eyes widened as she processed his words. "That long?" she muttered, almost to herself. A beat passed before she looked up at him, a hint of guilt mingling with surprise. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Aang hesitated, his hand still gently combing through her hair, his eyes focused on her as though she were something precious. He paused for a moment, his gaze softening. "We don't have a schedule right now, Katara. Nothing's pressing… What matters most is that we both take time to heal. Together." He shifted slightly, as if searching for the right words. "And you looked… so much more peaceful than when I saw you this morning. I wasn't about to disturb that."
A warmth bloomed in her chest, a blush rising to her cheeks. She knew that with his injuries, Aang had to be in pain—and yet he'd spent the whole day holding her, making sure she was comfortable, his own needs and discomfort forgotten. Meeting his eyes in the darkness, she whispered with every ounce of sincerity she could muster, "I love you so much, Aang. I really hope you know that."
A soft smile crossed his face, a spark of warmth in his expression that seemed to make the shadows around them glow. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his voice gentle and filled with quiet conviction. "I do. And I love you too, Katara."
Feeling her heart swell, she tucked herself closer, savoring the warmth of his embrace, the peace of this shared moment. She almost didn't want it to end. After a few quiet breaths, though, a thought struck her. "Have Sokka or Rina come by at all?" she asked softly, glancing up to see his expression.
Aang's smile faded, his brow furrowing. He shook his head, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "I talked to Rina a bit this morning… She isn't doing so well. I imagine Sokka's having a hard time too." He sighed, a troubled look shadowing his features as he fell silent, lost in thought. "I'm… I'm really worried about them."
Katara reached up, cupping his face in her hand, her thumb brushing soothingly along his cheek. "Come on… Let's go check on them."
Aang's eyes filled with concern, his protectiveness evident. "Are you up for it?" he asked, his voice soft and questioning, as if he'd rather they stay tucked away in this quiet sanctuary a little longer.
A warm smile spread across her face, touched by his consideration. "I am," she replied gently. "Besides, I know I have you to help pick me up if I'm not."
He returned her smile, his forehead coming down to rest gently against hers, a quiet strength passing between them as they breathed in unison. Then, with a deep breath, Katara untangled herself from his embrace, momentarily shocked at how much warmth she lost being out of his grasp. She stood and turned, extending her hand to Aang to help him up. He took it, rising to his feet with her, wincing slightly as his burns and bruises protested.
Their hands intertwined naturally, a gesture that now felt as familiar and grounding as breathing. She glanced at him with renewed determination, eyes soft but serious. "I will get those burns healed before the night's over," she promised, a quiet fire in her voice.
Together, they stepped into the stillness of the house, making their way back toward the room they'd set up in earlier, where they hoped to find Sokka and Rina waiting.
Aang and Katara returned to the room in silence, their steps slowing as they took in the sight before them. Rina lay awake, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her eyes clouded with thoughts she didn't seem to want to share. Sokka, on the other hand, was deep in a restless sleep, his face twisted with discomfort as if his dreams offered him no peace, only a continuation of whatever haunted his waking moments. The somberness in the room was palpable, almost as though the walls themselves held their collective grief and fatigue.
A pang of sorrow tightened Aang's chest, his heart heavy as he exchanged a glance with Katara. They moved forward, settling quietly at the foot of the bed. It took a moment before Rina noticed them, her gaze drifting from the ceiling to meet theirs. She offered a smile, but it was paper-thin, her pain obvious despite her attempt to hide it. Aang and Katara both mirrored her expression, a shared concern tightening their brows.
"Where have you been all day?" Rina asked, her voice soft and slightly surprised, as if she'd expected them to be off tackling another challenge.
Aang exchanged a brief look with Katara before answering in a gentle tone, "We were in one of the guest rooms… resting." He gave a small nod toward Katara. "We needed it."
Katara nodded along, adding, "It seems like it's been a hard day for everyone."
Rina tried to sit up, her muscles tensing as she fought against the discomfort. But immediately, a look of pain crossed her face, and she froze, breathing in short, shallow breaths to ease the ache of her injuries. Aang didn't hesitate; he quickly knelt beside her, a grimace flashing across his own face as his own bruises protested the movement. He took her hand gently and laid her back against the pillow, his expression full of soft concern.
"Take it easy, Rina," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Your body's been through a lot. Just rest."
He turned to Katara, a quiet empathy reflected in his gaze that made her heart ache. "Katara," he asked gently, "would you be able to heal her?"
Katara felt the warmth in his words, his concern wrapped in every syllable, and her heart swelled with pride for the way he was caring for everyone, even when he, too, was in pain. She nodded, steadying herself before replying, "Yes, I think I can handle it." A small vulnerability slipped into her voice as she added, "But… would you stay close? Just in case."
Aang's expression softened, a gentle smile breaking through his own weariness as he nodded. "Of course. I'm right here."
Taking her place at Rina's side, Katara carefully shifted the fabric around Rina's injuries, exposing the burns she would need to treat. She drew in a deep breath, allowing the familiar sensation of healing water to flow through her fingers as she began the slow, delicate process. As the water connected with Rina's wounds, a sharp gasp escaped her, and she tensed, her hand instinctively gripping Aang's as she braced against the sting.
Aang's hand was steady, his grip firm and reassuring. He leaned closer to her, whispering softly, "It's okay, Rina. You're doing so well. You're incredibly strong."
Each of Rina's pained expressions hit Aang and Katara like a fresh wound, their hearts aching with each flicker of discomfort on her face. The sound of her quiet cries stirred Sokka from his sleep, his eyes bleary as he blinked awake. There was a gruffness to his tone as he squinted at them, clearly irritated by the disturbance but softened by his confusion.
Katara offered a small smile, breaking her concentration briefly to explain. "We're just doing a quick healing session for Rina's injuries. The burns are… painful to treat, but she's handling it so well." She turned to Sokka with a gentle smile. "Your girlfriend's incredible, Sokka. So strong."
Sokka's mouth pulled into a small, tired smile as he shifted in bed, pride evident even through his exhaustion. "Yeah… she is," he murmured, his voice touched with warmth as he watched Rina endure the treatment with quiet determination.
Katara focused once more, working the cool water over Rina's burns with practiced precision. Rina's hand tightened around Aang's with each flare of pain, but he stayed at her side, his gentle voice continuing to reassure her, grounding her through each wave. When Katara finally withdrew her hands, her shoulders relaxed with a sense of relief.
She offered Rina a soft, encouraging smile. "The worst of it is over now. From here, each session will be easier."
Rina let out a slow, relieved breath, her tension melting away as she managed a soft smile of gratitude. "Thank you… both of you. I don't know how I'd get through this without you."
Katara's lips softened into an empathetic smile. "Of course," she replied quietly, her voice warm with sincerity.
Aang gave her a gentle smile. "Anytime, sis," he said, his tone full of affection. Rina's gaze softened, gratitude warming her expression as she met his eyes and gave a small, grateful nod in return. But Katara's attention soon turned back to Aang, a look of firm resolve flickering in her gaze.
"Aang, you're next," she said, her voice calm but unwavering.
Aang's eyes widened slightly, and a hint of worry crossed his face. He got to his feet, moving slowly as he approached her. Despite his attempt to hide it, the pain from his burns was evident in every step, and once he reached her, he gently cupped her cheek. "Are you sure?" he asked, searching her face, his voice tender.
Katara's heart skipped a beat at his soft touch, but she nodded firmly, meeting his gaze. "Yes. It hurts me to see you in pain, Aang. Please—let me help."
For a moment, he hesitated, remembering the fear in her eyes when she'd tried to heal him earlier. Not wanting her to feel pressured, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Do you want to do this privately?" he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur. "I'm here if you need anything."
Touched by his sensitivity, Katara felt her heart swell, but she shook her head, smiling up at him. "I'll be okay," she reassured him, gently taking his hand and guiding him back to the bed. She helped him sit down slowly, her own heart aching as she saw him grimace each time his burns shifted painfully against his skin.
Watching them closely, Sokka crossed his arms and eyed them both with a frown. "So… if you've been together all day, why didn't you heal him earlier?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
Katara froze, her expression growing uncomfortable as her mind flashed back to the sudden wave of panic she'd felt earlier. She didn't want to admit how she'd faltered, how the intensity of Aang's wounds had shaken her, but the memory of that moment still lingered.
Aang, sensing her discomfort, quickly stepped in. "She was exhausted, Sokka. She had to rest and regain her own strength before she could focus on healing anyone else," he explained smoothly, glancing at her reassuringly.
Relieved, Katara smiled at him gratefully, the weight of her earlier hesitation lightening a little. She placed her hands over his burns, the water bending to her will as it began to glow between her fingers. "Thank you," she mouthed to Aang before gently pressing her hands over his chest, beginning the healing process.
Slowly, she began to work over his wounds, her hands gliding carefully over his chest, pressing down as the water seeped into his skin. But the moment the water touched the raw burns, Aang's face contorted with pain, his jaw clenched tightly to keep from crying out. His hands gripped the bed, every muscle tensing as he tried to bear the searing agony.
Each second dragged on, feeling like hours as he fought to keep his voice steady, his breaths coming out in tight, shallow gasps. Katara's own heart wrenched, seeing the toll it took on him. Her hands trembled slightly as she moved, desperate to keep steady and do as little harm as possible. She knew he was hurting more than he let on, and it pained her to watch him force himself to endure for her sake.
Sokka, watching their quiet struggle, looked away with a scoff. He turned to Aang, his expression skeptical. "So… you didn't even do anything today to try and gather forces to fight back? We're no closer to getting to Omashu, are we?"
Aang, his face tight with pain, forced himself to answer between clenched teeth. "No… Sokka, I didn't."
Sokka's irritation boiled over, and he muttered, "Then what's the point? You're the Avatar, and you're not even trying to do your job."
Rina's head snapped up, her eyes wide with shock at his bluntness. "Sokka, seriously?"
He shrugged defensively. "What? I'm just saying the truth. Sure, we won a fight yesterday, but the Fire Nation still has control over most of the Earth Kingdom. One victory isn't enough to make them disappear."
Katara's hands finished over Aang's burns, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Don't you think we know that, Sokka?" she shot back, her voice rising.
Sokka's irritation flared. "Clearly, you don't, because you both sat around all day doing nothing."
Her hands tightened as she finished wrapping the last bandage around Aang's chest, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "Aang was comforting me, Sokka! Doesn't that matter to you?"
Sokka's face hardened, his own anger finally breaking through. "We promised Bumi we'd take back Omashu! And we're doing nothing about it!" He turned to Aang, his eyes piercing. "And you—you're always talking about how important Bumi is to you, how he's your best friend. Well, if he's so important, then do something about it. Stop wasting time and actually fulfill his last wish!"
Aang visibly flinched at the words, as if struck, his gaze dropping. Without another word, Sokka stormed to the door, each step punctuated by his anger. Rina, her voice almost desperate, called out, "Sokka, don't just walk away from this!" But the slam of the door echoed through the silence, leaving the three of them staring after him.
Katara's face fell, her expression a mix of hurt and worry. She looked as though she wanted to chase after her brother, to help him somehow, but the weight of her own pain held her back.
Aang noticed the sadness clouding her face. Without hesitation, he reached out, drawing her into his arms. She melted into his embrace, her fingers clutching the fabric of his tunic as she buried her face in his shoulder, finding solace in his warmth.
Rina shook her head, her frustration clear. "He's being such a jerk," she muttered, her voice laced with anger.
Aang's voice was calm as he replied, "It's okay, Rina. He's… grieving too."
Rina's frown deepened. "That doesn't make it right, though."
Aang nodded, understanding. "I know. But… I've done things I regret when I was grieving too." He glanced down at Katara, his hand lightly tracing her back as he whispered, "Thank you for helping me. I already feel so much better." He gave her a gentle, reassuring smile before he started to stand.
Katara looked up, concern flickering in her gaze. "Where are you going?"
"To talk to Sokka," he replied, his voice steady. She gave him a small nod, watching as he left the room with a determined stride.
Aang paused just before stepping outside, taking a deep breath to center himself. The cool night air met him as he quietly closed the door behind him, and he spotted Sokka sitting alone on the front steps. Sokka was curled up tightly, arms wrapped around his knees as he held himself close. His shoulders shook slightly, and even from a distance, Aang could sense the maelstrom of emotions within him—anger, guilt, sorrow—all swirling with an intensity that seemed ready to break free.
Aang moved quietly down the steps, letting his presence be known without speaking. Sokka's head snapped around at the sound, his eyes meeting Aang's with a hard, guarded look before he quickly turned away, his face tight and tense.
"What?" Sokka muttered bitterly, not bothering to look at Aang. "Are you out here because I'm not the one making jokes and keeping the mood light, and that's bothering you?"
Without hesitation, Aang walked over and sat down on the step next to him. He let out a slow, steadying breath, letting the weight of the moment settle before he spoke. "No, Sokka. I'm here because someone I think of as a brother is hurting, and that upsets me." His voice was calm and soft, filled with the simple, honest truth.
Sokka's face faltered for a moment, his hardened expression cracking as surprise flickered across his face. He looked down, caught off guard, before his gaze turned guarded again, the wall around him tightening back in place. "You don't understand how I'm feeling, Aang," he murmured, his voice quiet and pained, but distant.
Aang turned his gaze to Sokka, unwavering. "Try me."
Sokka sighed, the sound heavy with frustration and exhaustion. He squeezed his hands around his knees, searching for words, his voice barely a whisper at first. "Maybe you feel like you've got the world on your shoulders, Aang. But I feel like I have a world to look after too… our world. I'm always looking out for you and Katara, watching your backs because you both have so many responsibilities. And sometimes… I think you don't even see the risks you're taking."
His voice grew quieter, and his eyes turned distant. "And Bumi… he was…" Sokka's words caught in his throat, the memory too fresh and raw to finish.
Aang felt the weight of his friend's pain and softly added, "He was like a little brother to you. Someone who could take care of himself, sure, but you still cared for him so much that you wanted to protect him, no matter what."
Sokka's head dipped in a small nod, confirming the truth of Aang's words. His hands tightened their hold on his knees, his jaw clenched as a bitter anger crept into his voice. He let out a harsh, ragged breath, his frustration spilling out.
Aang waited a moment, then continued gently. "Bumi wasn't just my best friend either, Sokka. I looked at him like a little brother too… someone I always felt like I needed to protect because he'd somehow find ways to get himself into trouble."
At those words, what was left of Sokka's calm shattered. His head shot up, eyes blazing, his voice rising. "That's the problem, Aang!" he yelled, fists clenched tight. "We were supposed to protect him together in this fight, and we failed!" His voice trembled as it grew louder, the force of his pent-up emotions breaking free. "And you and Katara—I was seconds away from completely failing you both! You both almost died, Aang!"
Aang recognized the torrent of emotions Sokka had been bottling up, now spilling out uncontrollably. He met Sokka's fierce, tear-filled gaze and softly said, "Yell at me, Sokka. Let it all out. I can take it."
Sokka's face was flushed, his eyes wet, his breathing heavy as he forced out the words that had been clawing at him, needing to be spoken. "You want me to yell at you?" he asked, his voice thick and raw. "Good, because you keep putting me in these situations, Aang!" He took in a shaky breath, the pain in his eyes stark. "You mean everything to me, like the brother I never had. And yet, every time I think I'm protecting you, I fail. I should've done better back in the Southern Water Tribe when you nearly died. I never should've let you go off alone with Tenzu and Nima in that cave… I should've held my ground better at Omashu, so you wouldn't feel like you had to sacrifice yourself just so we could get out! And Mei-Ling… I should've helped more. I knew you were injured, but I still let it all fall on you…."
The words caught in Sokka's throat, and he shook his head, overwhelmed by the memories. "And yesterday… watching you nearly die twice, and then you and Katara…" His voice broke as he struggled to hold back his tears. "I'm so tired of failing you all. I'm so tired of feeling like I should have done more… and knowing that I didn't."
As his voice finally faltered, the rawness of his emotions gave way, and tears spilled freely down his face. The guilt and regret, the pain he'd been carrying for so long, came crashing down on him all at once. His face crumpled, and he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent, angry sobs as all the anguish, frustration, and grief he had bottled up finally broke free.
Aang felt his own tears well up, and without a word, he wrapped his arms around Sokka, pulling him close. Sokka leaned into the embrace, his head resting on Aang's shoulder as he let the weight of his sorrow consume him. He trembled, his sobs coming in ragged gasps as he let himself fully break down, and Aang held him tightly, grounding him in the moment, allowing him to let it all out.
With as much quiet conviction as he could muster, Aang whispered, "Sokka… you're not a failure. If I'm still here today, it's because of you. None of us could've changed what happened to Bumi. We were just… lucky that Rina survived." Aang's voice softened, and he gently tightened his hold on Sokka, trying to ease his guilt with every word. "You're the best brother I could've ever asked for, Sokka. You care so much about us… you give everything to hold us together, to protect us. You're not anywhere close to a failure. Not to me."
The words seemed to reach Sokka, his sobs gradually quieting, softening into deep, exhausted breaths. Aang stayed with him, not moving, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Sokka's back, his own tears falling freely as he held his friend through the pain. He wished he could take away Sokka's burden, to shield him from the guilt he'd felt himself so many times.
Finally, the silence settled around them, broken only by the sound of Sokka's heavy breaths as he calmed. He pulled back slightly, sniffing, his face flushed as he mumbled, "I… I'm sorry, Aang. For yelling, for… blaming you."
Aang met his gaze with a soft, forgiving smile. "I know, Sokka. It's okay. There's nothing to apologize for… you're more than forgiven."
Sokka's face softened, and then, as if he couldn't help it, he let out a small yawn, stifling it quickly. Aang couldn't help but chuckle, the sound soft, a little sad. Gently, he stood, holding out a hand to Sokka. "Come on. It's late, and you need some rest."
Sokka looked up, a small, tired smile crossing his face as he took Aang's hand, letting himself be pulled up. Together, they walked back inside, side by side, the weight between them shared, their hearts a little lighter for it.
As Aang and Sokka reached the bedroom door, Sokka cast a weary, almost nervous glance at him, his face still marked by faint tear stains and the lingering traces of his earlier breakdown. Aang met his gaze with a reassuring smile, placing a firm, steady hand on Sokka's shoulder. "Katara and Rina aren't mad at you," he said softly, his voice steady with the kind of quiet confidence he knew Sokka needed right now. "I promise."
Sokka managed a small nod, though his lips were pressed tightly together as he swallowed, a slight sniffle slipping out. Aang kept his hand on his shoulder, grounding him as he gently nudged him forward, sharing his strength in silence as Sokka pushed open the door. The familiar comfort of the room was tinged with a new vulnerability as the two of them entered, and Rina and Katara looked up with gentle, understanding eyes. Aang gave them a soft, sad smile, silently communicating all the words he couldn't quite say.
Taking a deep breath, Sokka stepped forward, clearing his throat before his voice, still raw from his tears, broke the silence. "I… I'm sorry," he murmured, almost a whisper. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze fell to the floor. "I shouldn't have yelled at any of you. I'm not mad at any of you… I never was. I just… took it all out on you, and I had no right." Sokka let himself be fully open and vulnerable in front of them, and his words hung heavy in the air, carrying with them all the pain he had tried so hard to keep hidden.
Rina's eyes glistened with tears as she took in the sight of Sokka, her voice catching with emotion. "Oh, Sokka… come here," she whispered, extending her arms to him with a look that spoke volumes. Without hesitation, Sokka stepped forward, allowing himself to be pulled into her embrace, and he sank into her arms, letting out a shuddering breath as he clung to her. He hadn't realized just how much he needed this—how desperately he had craved a moment of comfort and understanding.
Meanwhile, Katara turned her gaze toward Aang, noticing the redness around his eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. She gave him a sad, understanding smile and opened her arms to him. Aang felt a warmth bloom in his chest as he walked over to her, letting himself be wrapped in her embrace. She whispered softly in his ear, "Are you okay?"
He nodded against her shoulder, drawing a deep, steadying breath. "Yeah," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "It's just… it was a lot." Katara hummed softly, stroking her hand through his hair—a gesture that had come to mean everything to him, a quiet reassurance in the chaos of their world. She tilted her head down to meet his eyes. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, her voice filled with gentle concern.
Aang pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze as he tried to smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Your brother could really use you right now," he murmured, his gaze flickering toward Sokka, who was still wrapped in Rina's arms. Katara's brow furrowed with worry, her gaze following his, but she lingered a moment longer, her eyes returning to Aang. "But… what about you?"
Aang lifted his hand to cup her cheek, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed gently along her cheekbone as he murmured, "I'll be okay. I promise. Besides, I'll be right here." His touch, gentle and warm, seemed to soothe her as she closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. Slowly, she pulled away and crossed the room, sitting next to Rina and reaching out to Sokka. She wrapped her arms around him, adding her quiet strength to his, and he seemed to melt further into their combined embrace, his shoulders finally relaxing.
With Rina's arms around him and Katara beside him, Sokka let out a quivering sigh, the weight of his grief and guilt slowly easing. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible as his head dipped, still overcome with remorse. Katara shushed him gently, her voice a soothing balm. "It's okay," she whispered. "You're more than forgiven, Sokka. It's been hard on everyone."
Rina tightened her hold around him, her voice soft and filled with love. "I love you, Sokka," she murmured. "And nothing's ever going to change that. I know how much you loved Bumi… and how much it hurts to lose him."
Watching the three of them, Aang sat back on the edge of the bed, a bittersweet smile on his face. His heart ached as he observed the quiet strength and comfort they offered one another. A few silent tears slipped down his cheeks, the rawness of his own emotions stirring as he watched them hold each other close. This was something he had never truly known before—a family bound not by blood, but by love and shared pain. He'd had friends back at the Southern Air Temple, but the connections were lighthearted, almost fleeting. They had been carefree, untouched by the struggles and heartbreak of the world. Only Bumi had ever shared that kind of deep, meaningful bond with him… and he was gone.
The realization hit him like a wave. Almost everyone he'd once loved or called a friend was gone, their memory preserved only in his mind. More tears slid down his face as he felt the deep, aching truth—he was alone in the world he'd known. Yet, as he looked around at Sokka, Katara, and Rina, he reminded himself of how lucky he was to have them with him now. They were his family. They had fought alongside him, shared his pain, and shown him a kind of love he had never known before. He knew, without a doubt, that they would lay down their lives for him in an instant, and he would do the same for them.
As he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, he made a silent promise. He wouldn't let anything happen to these three. He couldn't bear the thought of losing another one of them. He would bring peace back for them, to help ease the wounds and sorrow they all carried. And in that quiet, tear-streaked moment, Aang found his resolve growing stronger than ever before. He was no longer just trying to fulfill his duty as the Avatar. He was fighting to bring balance back to the world for the sake of those he loved, those who had given him a home and a family when he thought he'd lost everything.
With a final, steady breath, he made a vow to himself and to them. He would bring them peace, and he would make sure they could return home someday. He would do it for Katara, for Sokka, for Rina… and for Bumi.
As the embrace between Sokka, Rina, and Katara gradually loosened, they each drew back slowly, sniffling quietly but with a warmth of relief spreading across their tired faces. Aang, having wiped away the last of his own tears, met Katara's gaze and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. She returned it with a look that held a silent gratitude, a wordless acknowledgment of all they'd been through together.
Sokka cleared his throat, breaking the soft silence with a hesitant question to both Katara and Aang. "Would… would it be okay if Rina and I stayed here again tonight?" His voice was small, laced with the vulnerability he had been trying so hard to keep hidden. "I… I don't want to be alone."
Aang nodded without a moment's pause, offering Sokka a warm, understanding smile. "Of course, buddy." Katara, too, gave a gentle smile, resting a hand on Sokka's shoulder. "You're always welcome to stay with us, Sokka. Both of you."
Katara turned back to her and Aang's half of the bed as Aang rose to his feet and walked over to Sokka and Rina. He reached down, picking up the blanket that had slipped to the floor during their earlier embrace, and carefully draped it over the two of them, tucking it around them like a shield of warmth and security. He leaned in, wrapping them both in a hug, and softly whispered, "Get some sleep, okay?"
Sokka gave him a soft, appreciative smile, the lingering shadows of pain finally fading from his expression, while Rina murmured a quiet, grateful "Thank you" to Aang, her own eyes shining with relief. Aang nodded gently, his hand resting for a moment on her shoulder before he returned across the room, feeling a warmth settle in his chest as he climbed onto his side of the bed.
As he settled down, he instinctively reached his arms out toward Katara, seeking her comfort. She shook her head with a soft smile, a playful glimmer in her eyes, and whispered, "Come to me, Aang."
Without hesitation, he shifted closer, letting himself melt into her embrace as he rested his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. The sound was immediately soothing, its familiar cadence easing every lingering worry, and he felt his muscles relax as her arms wrapped snugly around him. Katara's fingers traced gentle paths through his hair, each stroke a balm that steadied his breath and softened the edges of his exhaustion.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aang opened his eyes halfway, blinking up at her through the haze of sleepiness. "For what?" he asked, his voice thick with fatigue but filled with quiet curiosity.
Katara's eyes held a warmth and affection that seemed to reach out and envelop him, her gaze unwavering. "For looking out for us," she said softly. "For taking care of all three of us today." She brushed her fingers gently along his cheek, her voice full of emotion. "I'm so grateful for you, Aang."
Aang let out a contented, sleepy hum, her words sinking into his heart like a gentle embrace. "I'd do it… a million times over," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed as her hand continued its gentle path through his hair.
Katara's smile grew as she leaned down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to the top of his head. "I know," she whispered lovingly, the words a gentle promise. She tightened her arms around him, her warmth seeping into his skin. "So tonight, let me take care of you."
Aang's lips curved into a small, peaceful smile as he nestled closer, letting the safe haven of her arms lull him into a deep, restful sleep. The last thing he felt was the steady beat of her heart beneath his cheek, a reminder that he was truly home.