Later that night, Aang lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind circling back to his conversation with Kima.

She thought she was being subtle.

It was almost funny—how desperate she was, how transparent. She wasn't asking about other Water Tribe people because she was simply curious. No, she was searching for a way out. Clinging to the ridiculous hope that someone else might have found a crack in the walls of Zephyros.

A quiet, amused exhale left him.

Did she really think escape was even possible?

The thought was absurd.

Zephyros was impenetrable. A fortress of wind and stone. It sat high in the mountains, wrapped in an ever-present storm system that only skilled airbenders could navigate. Even if she slipped away unnoticed—a feat in itself—she would never make it beyond the perimeter. The howling winds would break her, hurl her back to the ground before she even realized what was happening.

She was trapped.

And yet, she still dared to hope.

Aang shifted onto his side, the ghost of a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Let her hope.

Let her think that meeting Kiran's wife might give her some kind of edge. That she might find an ally.

She would only be disappointed.

Kiran's -his friend's -wife was everything a good Air Empire citizen should be—devoted, loyal, unquestioning. And in time, Kima would be, too.

She would accept her place. She would stop looking for an escape that didn't exist.

And if she didn't…

Aang's fingers twitched slightly against the sheets.

Well. He had no plans to let her go.

That was never an option.

He thought back to how he had told the Council of her presence and why he had brought her here. It was a lie, a necessary one to keep her safe.

But the truth…

The truth was something he wasn't ready to admit.

Kima was different. Exciting. She didn't act like the others. She fought, she resisted, she was unpredictable. It was frustrating, but at the same time, he found himself thinking about her more than he should. He actually liked having her around. It made him feel...something.

He didn't know yet if he liked that 'something' or not. But he would know soon enough.

...

The Northern Point Temple stood tall against the morning sky, its spires piercing the air like the wings of a gliding airbender. Aang stepped through its gates, immediately greeted by the familiar scent of incense and the crisp mountain breeze that carried the distant echoes of airbending drills.

The abbot of the temple approached first, bowing deeply. "Avatar Aang, it is an honor."

Several monks and acolytes followed suit, their heads lowering in respect. Aang acknowledged them with a small nod before making his way toward the central courtyard, where Kiran was in the middle of a training session.

The young men before him—older teenagers and those on the cusp of adulthood—moved in perfect synchronization, their strikes sharp, their footwork fluid. Air currents whipped around them as they practiced offensive techniques that weren't typically taught in standard airbending training. But these weren't standard airbenders.

These were the ones with potential.

Potential to become masters.

Potential to become Wind Sentinels.

Aang settled onto a stone bench at the edge of the courtyard, silently observing.

Kiran moved among his students, adjusting stances, correcting mistakes, occasionally pushing one of them back with a sudden gust of wind if they lost their balance. His presence was commanding, his every motion precise.

Then, after another set of drills, Kiran clapped his hands together. "Break."

The students bowed and dispersed, some gathering in small groups to talk, others heading for water jugs along the perimeter. Kiran rolled his shoulders before glancing toward the bench, his sharp eyes landing on Aang.

A smirk crossed his face. "Well, well. To what do I owe the honor of the great Avatar gracing my humble lesson with his presence?"

Aang raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you know. I figured I'd watch and see if you actually had anything worth teaching."

For a moment, Kiran narrowed his eyes—then, with a short laugh, he strode forward. Aang stood, and the two clasped arms before pulling each other into a firm embrace.

"You're looking well," Kiran said as they stepped back.

Aang gave a small smile. "And you haven't lost your edge." He glanced back toward the students, watching them converse among themselves. "I'm impressed. They're sharp."

"They're hungry," Kiran corrected, crossing his arms. "Sharp instinct. Killer drive. The kind of ambition that makes all the difference."

Aang hummed in agreement.

There was a reason the Wind Sentinels commanded fear and respect wherever they went. It wasn't just about skill—it was about mindset. And Kiran's group was proving to have both.

They talked a bit longer about the students' progress, exchanging thoughts on their training regimens and who showed the most promise. But eventually, Aang shifted the conversation to the real reason he was there.

"I actually came to ask about something else," he said. "Or rather, someone else."

Kiran raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Aang clasped his hands behind his back, glancing toward the temple's towering structures before speaking again.

"It's about Yara."

Kiran's expression remained unreadable.

Aang continued, "I wanted to ask if it would be alright for her to meet someone I recently brought to Zephyros. A Water Tribe girl."

Kiran blinked once, then let out a low chuckle. "Well, that's interesting."

Aang let out a small exhale, glancing briefly toward the students before focusing back on Kiran. "It wasn't exactly planned." He clasped his hands behind his back. "I found her in the Southern Air Temple. She and two others were causing some trouble. Nothing major, but… the situation escalated. Sentinel Banzan was going to have them taken for re-education, but I intervened."

Kiran arched an eyebrow. "And brought her here instead?"

Aang gave a small nod. "I had my reasons."

Kiran chuckled. "I bet you did."

Aang ignored that. "She's adjusting… slowly. But I can tell she's looking for any opportunity she can get."

"To leave?" Kiran asked, smirking.

"To escape," Aang corrected. "I know what she intended by asking about this. She probably thinks meeting your wife will give her a way out. Some kind of connection, a sliver of hope that she's not as alone as she thinks."

Kiran actually laughed at that, shaking his head. "Oh, that's rich." He folded his arms. "Yara is probably more loyal to the Air Empire than some air nomads."

Aang smirked. "I thought the same thing."

Kiran's wife had embraced their ways fully, not just in name but in heart and mind. There was no doubt where her loyalty lay.

"I was thinking," Aang continued, "that if they met, she might help ease Kima into a more accepting position. She has… potential." His voice dipped slightly, considering his next words. "She could be a valuable asset."

But even as he said it, another thought flickered in his mind, unbidden and unwelcome.

She'd make a good wife, too.

Aang blinked, shaking the thought away before it could root itself deeper. What was that? He didn't know why he was thinking like that. It was far too early, and frankly unbecoming of him to have such thoughts. He had to stay focused on his priorities right now, and being married to someone he barely knew was, shockingly, not one such priority.

Kiran, oblivious to the stray thought, simply nodded in understanding. "I get it." Then, after a moment of consideration, he shrugged. "Bring her by later this week. We'll have dinner at my place."

Aang exhaled slightly, giving a small nod. "I appreciate it."

Kiran smirked. "You just want to see how this plays out."

Aang only smiled in return. "Yes, we will."

Linh approached Kima later that afternoon, her usual composed expression carrying a trace of something lighter—something amused. "Avatar Aang spoke to his friend," she said smoothly. "He's invited you to dinner later this week to meet his wife."

Kima barely heard the rest of Linh's words after he's invited you to dinner. A rush of excitement flooded through her, her heart picking up speed.

"He really agreed?" she asked, almost breathless.

Linh nodded. "He did."

Kima exhaled, feeling an odd mix of relief and anticipation. She was actually going to meet her. Another Water Tribe woman.

She had no idea what to expect, but that didn't stop her from hoping.

Her mind raced, already piecing together everything she wanted to ask. Aang had warned her that the woman had fully embraced the Air Empire's ways, but Kima refused to believe there was nothing left of who she once was. Maybe if they talked—really talked—she could find something. A connection. A shared understanding.

And even if there was no connection, the woman could still give her something valuable—information. About the city. About the people. About the way things worked.

Kima clenched her hands in her lap, trying not to let her eagerness show too much.

This could be the chance she needed.

The day of the dinner arrived sooner than Kima expected.

Aang had come home earlier than usual to prepare, though she hadn't seen much of him. Instead, Linh had been the one to help her get ready, ensuring her robes were properly arranged and presentable.

As she adjusted the fabric on Kima's shoulders, Linh spoke casually. "Kiran is... intense. He's sharp, quick-witted, and has a habit of testing people when he meets them. But don't let that shake you. He's fiercely loyal to Aang and the Empire, and he expects the same from those around him."

Kima frowned slightly. "Testing people?"

Linh gave a small, knowing smile. "You'll see what I mean soon enough. Just don't take it personally. It's how he measures people."

Kima swallowed. She didn't like the sound of that.

Sensing her unease, Linh smoothly changed the subject. "His wife, though—I think she's looking forward to meeting you."

Kima perked up at that. "Really?"

Linh nodded. "It's rare for her to meet another Water Tribe woman here. I don't know exactly what she's thinking, but I wouldn't be surprised if she's excited. She's lived in Zephyros for years now."

She wanted to ask more—wanted to know exactly what that meant—but something in Linh's expression told her she wouldn't get a clear answer now.

Instead, Kima took a steadying breath. No matter what, she had to make the most of this meeting.

By the time Aang was ready to go, the sky was painted in hues of gold and crimson. He entered the house with an air of calm authority, his presence commanding yet strangely gentle. Linh guided Kima to the main hall, where he was waiting.

He smiled when he saw her. "You look well, Kima. I hope your day has been pleasant."

"It has," Kima replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Aang nodded, seemingly pleased. "Good. Tonight will be an opportunity for you to learn more about our ways—and for us to learn more about you."

Kima hesitated, then spoke. "I... wanted to ask about your friend's wife. When we meet her, would it be possible for me to speak with her alone?"

Aang's expression shifted, a flicker of something—hesitation?—crossing his face. "We'll see," he said finally. "It depends on the circumstances, but I'm sure you two would have some time alone."

Kima lowered her gaze, disappointed but not surprised.

As they prepared to depart, Kima's mind raced with questions. What would Yara be like? Would she find understanding, or would she leave more confused than ever?

One thing was certain—tonight would bring answers, whether she was ready for them or not.

As they stepped outside, the evening air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of the city's activities. The golden glow of the setting sun bathed Zephyros in a warm light, making the spires and winding streets shimmer like something out of a dream. Kima took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves for what lay ahead.

Aang paused near the steps leading down to the courtyard. "Normally, I'd use my glider to get around the city," he said, his voice even, though there was a hint of hesitation. "But I don't know if you'd be comfortable with me holding you the entire way to Kiran's house."

Kima blinked, feeling a rush of heat to her face. The idea of being carried by him—this man who was both her captor and her guide—made her stomach churn with discomfort. She shifted awkwardly. "Um... could we maybe take Appa instead?"

Aang's brow furrowed slightly, and for a moment, he looked almost disappointed. "If that's what you'd prefer," he said quietly, his tone betraying a trace of something she couldn't quite place. Annoyance? She didn't know, and she didn't dare ask.

He turned and began walking toward the stables, and Kima followed in silence. The tension between them was palpable, and it made her uneasy. By the time they reached Appa, the massive sky bison was already saddled and ready. Aang patted his companion's head affectionately before turning to Kima.

"Here," he said, extending a hand to help her up.

Kima hesitated but accepted his hand, letting him guide her into the saddle. Once she was settled, she turned to him. "Could I... not be restrained tonight?" The words came out softer than she intended, almost a plea.

Aang paused mid-step, his hand resting on Appa's fur. For a moment, she was sure he would say no. Instead, he surprised her. "That's fine," he said, climbing up to take his spot near the reins. "With Appa, it's only about a fifteen-minute ride. You'll be safe."

Kima nodded, unable to hide her surprise. She wanted to thank him but decided against it, unsure how he would take it. Aang gave Appa a gentle command, and the bison lifted off the ground with a deep, rumbling growl.

As they soared into the air, Kima couldn't help but look around. The city stretched out below them, its winding streets illuminated by lanterns that glowed like tiny stars. The tall spires of the temples and towers rose majestically against the backdrop of the fading sunset, their intricate designs casting long shadows over the bustling courtyards and plazas.

It was beautiful. Painfully so.

Kima clenched her fists, angry at herself for even thinking it. This was the heart of the empire that had torn her world apart. How could she find anything about it beautiful? Yet she couldn't deny the artistry of the city, the way it seemed to blend seamlessly with the mountains and the sky.

She forced herself to look away, focusing instead on the soft hum of the wind. She needed to stay grounded, to remember why she was here. Tonight wasn't about admiring Zephyros. It was about survival, about learning, about finding some sliver of connection in a place that felt so foreign.

As Appa began to descend, Kima braced herself. Whatever awaited her at Kiran's house, she would face it head-on. She had no other choice.

Appa descended toward a large, elegant home nestled on a raised platform carved into the mountainside. The house was a stunning blend of Air Nomad architecture and something else Kima couldn't quite place. Smooth, curved walls painted in soft whites and pale yellows reflected the city's lantern light, while intricate carvings of swirling winds and sky bison adorned the entrance. The home seemed both open and private, with tall windows framed by flowing curtains that swayed gently in the evening breeze. A garden filled with delicate flowers and small, glowing orbs surrounded the property, their light casting an ethereal glow over the area.

Kima was struck by how welcoming it all seemed, even though she knew better than to let her guard down.

As Appa landed softly on the stone platform, a figure emerged from the house. Kiran was tall and lean, with a calm confidence in the way he moved. His bald head was adorned with the traditional airbending tattoos, their swirling patterns signifying his status as a master. His robes, in the typical Air Nomad colors, bore intricate embroidery and an insignia that marked him as a specialized mentor for elite airbenders. His sharp features were softened by the amused smile spreading across his face.

Aang was the first to step down, striding toward Kiran with an ease that spoke of long familiarity. The two clasped forearms in greeting before Kiran pulled him into a brief but firm embrace.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Kiran said, stepping back.

Aang smirked. "And miss your legendary hospitality?"

Kiran chuckled. "Flattery won't get you out of a training match with me later."

Aang laughed, shaking his head. "We'll see about that."

As they spoke, Kima shifted toward the edge of Appa's saddle, trying to climb down on her own. She was so focused on not looking at Kiran that she misjudged her footing. The stone platform was farther than she expected, and the moment her feet left the saddle, she felt herself lurch forward—too fast, too unsteady.

Before she could brace herself, a firm hand caught her wrist, steadying her just before she could hit the ground.

Kima's breath caught as she realized Aang was the one holding her. His grip was strong but effortless, as if catching her had required no thought at all.

She quickly straightened, pulling away the moment she had her balance. "I—I had it," she muttered, looking down in embarrassment.

Aang raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching. "Clearly."

Kiran, who had witnessed the whole thing, chuckled. "Well, that was an entrance."

Kima's face burned as she glanced at him. He studied her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement before clasping his hands behind his back.

"So, this is the Water Tribe girl who's been causing such a stir." His voice was smooth, edged with humor, but there was something else beneath it—something measured.

Kima stiffened slightly. "I—I haven't been causing anything."

Kiran chuckled, glancing at Aang. "She's polite. That's a good start."

Aang said nothing.

Kiran's sharp gaze returned to her. " My name is Kiran. I am a teacher and local advisor here in the city. I imagine it must be overwhelming for you being here."

Kima chose her words carefully. "It's... different from what I expected."

"Good." He tilted his head. "That means you're paying attention."

She wasn't sure how to respond to that, so she said nothing.

For a moment, Kiran simply watched her. Then, his smile widened just slightly. "Well, don't just stand there. You're our guest tonight." He gestured toward the entrance. "Come. My wife has been waiting to meet you."

Kima forced herself to move, following Aang as they stepped forward. But as she walked past Kiran, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching her. Studying her.

Judging her.

She pressed her lips together and kept moving.

Kiran led them through the entryway, his steps steady and confident. The inside of the house left Kima in awe. The simplicity and elegance of the design spoke volumes about the Air Nomad culture, blending harmony and function seamlessly. The high ceilings gave the home an airy feel, while the wooden beams and smooth stone floors added warmth. Soft, diffused light filtered in through paper-paneled windows, creating a serene atmosphere.

Kima couldn't help but compare it to the homes in the Southern Water Tribe—sturdy, practical, built to withstand the elements. This was different. Everything seemed deliberate, yet light, as if the home itself were meant to reflect the flow of air. She caught herself lingering on the intricate carvings on the door frames, each depicting swirling winds or soaring creatures.

As they walked further inside, Kiran spoke animatedly, his tone light and welcoming. " My wife, Yara, was so excited when I told her you'd be visiting," he said, glancing at Kima with a warm smile. "She insisted on making a special dish for you—something she thought you might enjoy. She spent the whole afternoon preparing the rest of the food herself, too."

Kima was taken aback. She hadn't expected such thoughtfulness, especially from someone she had never met. "That's really kind of her," she said softly, feeling a mix of gratitude and unease at the unfamiliar hospitality.

They turned a corner, and Kima's eyes were drawn to a large portrait hanging on the wall. It was done in coloured stencil and ink, capturing the subjects with striking precision. Kiran stood tall and proud in the image, his airbending tattoos prominent and dignified. Beside him was a woman with soft features and long hair tied back, wearing an elegant necklace that Kima immediately recognized as a betrothal piece—an engagement necklace that Yara must have received from Kiran before their marriage. Yara's attire and presence reflected her integration into Air Nomad life, with nothing else outwardly showing her Water Tribe origins. The sight sent a pang through her, sharp and painful at the realization that she had truly forgotten her heritage, her people and what they stood for.

Now she was in favor of their oppressors. She released a sharp breath, willing her heart to stop its incessant thumping against her chest.

What truly surprised and perturbed Kima, though, were the two children depicted in the portrait. The girl looked to be nine or ten, while the boy seemed younger, perhaps five or six. Both children shared the distinctive Air Nomad features—the boy's hair was shaved, while the girl's hair was neatly braided. Their clothing was simple yet refined, traditional Air Nomad robes in soft hues of orange and yellow, adorned with subtle embroidery that suggested their family's elevated status within the community.

Kima's gaze lingered on the portrait. She had never considered that an Air Nomad and a Water Tribe woman might have children together in this capacity, let alone what they would look like. The sight stirred a mix of emotions—curiosity, confusion, and a tinge of sadness she couldn't quite place. Before she could ask about the portrait, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Aang!"

Kima turned to see a woman approaching them. Yara. She was even more striking in person than in the portrait. Her flowing robes, a beautiful show of the Air Nomad styles, moved gracefully as she walked. Her long hair was tied back, and her kind, expressive eyes lit up when she saw the Avatar.

Aang greeted her with a warm smile. "Yara, it's good to see you again."

Yara embraced him briefly before turning her attention to Kima. Her face softened, and she stepped forward, arms outstretched. Kima stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden affection, but Yara pulled her into a hug before she could react.

"Welcome," Yara said warmly, her voice soothing. "You must be Kima. I'm so glad you're here."

Kima hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But something about Yara's presence felt safe, comforting, despite her misgivings. Slowly, she returned the hug, her initial apprehension melting away. "Thank you," Kima said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yara pulled back, studying her face with a kind smile. "Come in, both of you," she said, gesturing toward the dining area. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

Kima followed, her thoughts still swirling. The portrait, the house, Yara's warmth—it was all so much to take in. But for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope that this evening might bring her the connection she so desperately needed.

Yara led the group through the gracefully designed home toward the dining area. The space was just as serene as the rest of the house, with low wooden tables and cushions arranged neatly around them. Warm lantern light reflected off the polished floors, and the soft hum of a breeze outside added to the tranquil atmosphere. She gestured for Kima to take the seat directly opposite hers.

As Kima sat, Yara called out in a clear but gentle voice, "Aella, Niko! It's time for dinner."

Before Kima could process the names, a small figure darted into the room so quickly that it took her breath away. The boy, Niko, was a blur of motion as he ran to Yara and grabbed her robes, his excited voice rising in a cascade of words that Kima couldn't follow. His energy was infectious, and she found herself smiling despite her surprise at his speed.

Then Niko noticed Aang, and his wide blue eyes lit up. "Avatar Aang!" he exclaimed, letting go of his mother's robes to dash toward him.

Aang grinned and knelt down, scooping the boy up in a single smooth motion. Niko laughed gleefully, the sound bright and carefree, as Aang spun him slightly before setting him back on his feet. "You've grown since I last saw you, Niko," Aang said warmly, placing a hand on the boy's head.

As Niko's laughter echoed, the girl, Aella, walked in with a composed grace that contrasted her younger brother's exuberance. She wore a soft smile, her grey eyes a calm mirror of her father's. Upon seeing Aang, she stopped and bowed deeply, her voice polite as she greeted him. "Avatar Aang. It's an honor to see you again."

Aang inclined his head, his expression softening. "Aella, you've grown too. It's good to see you."

Aella straightened, her gaze drifting toward Kima. She smiled, her tone friendlier now. "Hello."

Kima, caught off guard by the girl's poise, smiled back. "Hello."

Before Kima could say more, Niko finally seemed to notice her. He tilted his head curiously and walked around the table to stand near her. His wide, innocent eyes stared at her with open fascination.

Kima immediately noticed the vivid blue of his eyes—Yara's eyes. In contrast, Aella's calm grey gaze was unmistakably her father's.

"Hi," Kima said softly, lowering her voice to match his height.

Niko beamed at her, his little face lighting up. "Hi. You're pretty," he said with all the blunt honesty of a child.

Kima couldn't help but laugh, a genuine sound that surprised even her. "Thank you, Niko. You're very sweet."

Before Niko could say anything else, Kiran's gentle but firm voice cut in. "Niko, come sit down so we can eat."

The boy pouted briefly but obeyed, scampering over to his seat beside his sister. As the family settled around the table, Kima felt a strange warmth bloom in her chest. The atmosphere, the family dynamic, and even the children's bright spirits—it all felt so different from what she'd expected.

She glanced at Yara, who was watching her with a knowing smile, and realized she might find more comfort here than she'd thought.

The table was soon laden with an assortment of dishes, the aroma of fresh herbs and spices blending with something unmistakably familiar to Kima. Yara smiled as she placed a bowl in front of Kima. It was a hearty stew, rich with chunks of fish, seaweed, and root vegetables—a dish that could have easily been served in her own home in the Southern Water Tribe.

Kima blinked at the sight of it, momentarily stunned. "This… this is a Water Tribe dish."

Yara chuckled softly, sitting down across from her. "It is. I thought you might appreciate something familiar. Aang had mentioned that you were missing meals like this. It's our little secret, though—the Council doesn't know I make things like this for myself."

Kima glanced at her, eyes wide. "How do you even get the ingredients for this in Zephyros?" She could understand how Aang would be able to, but did that privilege extend to everyone that was considered the best of the city too?

Yara's smile widened, her tone playful. "Let's just say I have my ways. I'm resourceful."

Curiosity mingled with a reluctant sense of gratitude as Kima took her first bite. The flavors were exactly as she remembered—comforting, warm, and deeply nostalgic. It caught her off guard how much it affected her, and for a moment, she didn't trust herself to speak.

Meanwhile, Aang and Kiran were engaged in quiet conversation, their voices low enough that Kima couldn't make out what they were saying. She noticed the way they leaned toward each other slightly, their expressions shifting between seriousness and laughter.

Niko, however, had no interest in the adults' discussion. His bright blue eyes focused on Kima as he spoke up. "Do you live here now?"

Kima looked at him, caught off guard by the question. "Um… not really," she replied hesitantly.

"I hope you do," Niko said matter-of-factly. "Zephyros is better than the Water Tribe. It's warmer and prettier."

Before Kima could respond, Aella spoke up, her tone matter-of-factly. "Niko, you shouldn't say things like that. It's rude."

Niko frowned, clearly not convinced. "It's not rude. It's true."

"Niko," Yara interjected, her voice stern. "That's enough. Both of you, eat."

The children quieted, though Niko still shot a curious glance at Kima every now and then.

As the meal continued, Kiran turned his attention to Kima, his grey eyes warm but probing. "So, how are you finding the city so far?"

Kima paused, unsure of how much honesty was safe, but finally nodded. "It's… beautiful. Different from anything I've ever seen."

Kiran smiled, his expression unreadable. "I'm glad to hear that. You know, you could have an amazing life here if you let yourself. I hope you'll stay long enough to see that for yourself."

Kima forced a small smile in response, unsure of how to feel about his words. The thought of staying here—of this place becoming her life—was as unsettling as it was inevitable. She looked down at her bowl, her appetite suddenly dulled, and focused on finishing her meal.

Across the table, Yara's kind eyes lingered on her for a moment, as though she could sense Kima's unease. "Would you like more stew, Kima?" she asked, her tone light.

Kima hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, please. It's really good."

Yara smiled as she ladled another portion into Kima's bowl, and for the first time that evening, Kima felt a faint flicker of comfort in the kindness extended to her.

As the meal began to wind down, Aang turned to Aella with a warm smile. "So, Aella, how's your airbending coming along?"

Aella straightened a little, her expression brightening. "I'm on the tenth tier now."

Aang's eyebrows rose in surprise and admiration. "The tenth tier already? That's incredible. You've been working hard."

Kiran chimed in with a proud smile. "She's one of the best in her class."

Aang nodded appreciatively. "You'll have to demonstrate some of your bending for me sometime. And Kima as well. I'm sure she'd be impressed."

Aella glanced at Kima and smiled shyly. "I'd love to. Just let me know whenever you want to see."

Kima blinked, a bit overwhelmed by the praise being heaped on the young girl. "What exactly are the tiers?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Aella turned her attention to her, her voice eager to explain. "There are thirty-six tiers of airbending. You have to master all of them to become an airbending master."

"Thirty-six?" Kima repeated, surprised. "That's a lot."

"It is," Aella agreed with a nod. "But it's worth it. The higher the tier, the harder it gets. The tenth tier is when we start learning how to use airbending to create stronger currents and precise control."

Niko, not wanting to be left out of the conversation, piped up. "I'm good at airbending too! Right, Dad?"

Kiran smiled indulgently. "You are. You should show Kima your airbending sometime too." He turned to Kima, a peculiar glint in his eye as he spoke. "Niko shows extraordinary talent and power, even at his age. He's on the fourth tier and is progressing quickly. He's able to best the boys even older than him."

Niko's face lit up, and he turned to Kima, beaming with pride. "I'm going to be one of the strongest airbenders ever! I'm going to be a Wind Sentinel!"

The casual mention of the Wind Sentinels made Kima's stomach twist and a wave a nausea hit her, though she carefully kept her expression neutral. "That's awesome," she managed. "I'd love to see you airbend sometime."

Niko beamed, clearly thrilled by the idea.

As the main course concluded, Yara excused herself briefly, and moments later, dessert was brought out—a delicate assortment of pastries filled with fruits and sweetened cream. The children were delighted, and the table filled with chatter as they enjoyed the treat.

When the plates were cleared and the evening seemed to be winding down, Kiran leaned over to Aang. "Aang, would you step outside with me for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss."

Aang nodded, rising from his seat. "Of course. Thank you for the food, Yara. Would it be alright if Kima stayed with you?"

"You're welcome, Aang. And of course, I'd love to host her more."

Kiran excused himself from the table, and the two men stepped outside, leaving the women and children alone. Yara turned her attention to Kima with a kind smile. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, Kima. It's been a while since we've had someone new at the table."

Kima hesitated, glancing around at the warm, welcoming faces before offering a small, genuine smile. "I am. Thank you."

Yara reached over and lightly patted her hand. "Good. You're always welcome here."

For the first time in a long while, Kima felt a faint sense of belonging, though it was accompanied by the persistent unease of her situation.

Yara smiled at Kima after the men left, her expression warm and inviting. "Would you like to go somewhere and talk?"

Kima nodded immediately, eager for the opportunity. "Yes, I'd like that."

Yara turned to the children. "Niko, Aella, it's time for your baths. Go get ready for bed."

Aella nodded politely. "Goodnight, Kima," she said with a small bow before leaving the room.

Niko, however, scrunched up his nose. "I don't want to go to bed yet!"

Yara gave him a patient but firm look. "You have to be up early for your lessons with your mentor tomorrow."

"But I don't want to!" he whined, crossing his arms.

Yara's tone softened as she added an incentive. "If you take your bath and get ready, you can come see Kima again before she leaves."

That seemed to do the trick. Niko's face brightened, and he looked at Kima. "Wait for me, okay?" Without waiting for a response, he dashed out of the room.

Yara chuckled softly and motioned for a servant to clear the dishes before leading Kima to a smaller, cozier sitting room. The room was warm and inviting, with soft cushions and intricate patterns woven into the furniture. A low table held a steaming pot of tea and two delicate cups.

Yara gestured for Kima to sit, and as they settled in, she poured tea for both of them. "So," Yara began, her voice gentle, "how have you been doing so far? And if you don't mind me asking, how did you meet Aang?"

Kima hesitated, her fingers tightening around the warm teacup. Something about Yara's kind demeanor made her feel like she could trust her. She took a deep breath and began to tell her story—Banzan's visit to the tribe, her capture, the journey to Zephyros, and everything that had happened since.

When she finished, Yara's expression was a genuine mix of shock and sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Kima. That sounds absolutely awful."

Kima sighed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what's going on or why Aang brought me here. None of it makes sense."

Yara fell quiet then, studying Kima carefully before speaking again. "You know, Aang doesn't usually take a personal interest in anyone outside of the Air Nomads. It's... interesting that he brought you here himself."

Kima stiffened at the implication. "If you're suggesting that he has some sort of interest in me, you can forget it. I'm not interested in being with any airbender. I just want to go home."

Yara raised a delicate brow but didn't seem offended by the sharpness in Kima's tone. Instead, she simply sipped her tea before setting the cup down. "I see. And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

Kima hesitated but then leaned in slightly. "I was hoping you could help me. With information. About the city's layout, when the streets are the quietest, which places I should avoid." Her voice dropped lower. "The best time to leave without being noticed."

For the first time, Yara looked truly surprised. "You want to leave?"

"Of course I do," Kima said, frowning. "I don't belong here. Aang may have taken me from that prison, but I'm still not free."

Yara studied her for a long moment before letting out a slow breath. "Kima... Zephyros isn't an easy place to escape from. The only way in or out is by bison or glider. If you're not an airbender, you don't have many options."

Kima's stomach sank at her words, but she refused to let that stop her. "That doesn't mean it's impossible."

Yara gave her a small, enigmatic smile. "No, it doesn't. But I don't think leaving makes sense, especially since you're under Aang's care. You're protected here."

Kima's eyes narrowed. "I didn't ask to be brought here. He made that choice on his own because of the situation in the Southern Water Tribe. The tensions are rising, and when the Sentinels make their move, people are going to get hurt. Or worse."

Yara's expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps. "And why would Aang care about people who stand against him and his people?"

Kima's breath hitched, staring at Yara in disbelief. "Do you hear yourself? They're people. Families, children, elders—just trying to live their lives. How can you just dismiss them like that?"

Yara sighed, swirling the tea in her cup before speaking again. "Because, Kima, my life here is better than anything I had back in the Northern Water Tribe. Being Kiran's wife, the mother of his children, has given me stability, security. Aang and the Air Nomads aren't all monsters who just want to hurt others. They've built something here. Something strong and beautiful and worthwhile. Just because people don't understand them doesn't mean they're entirely wrong. And the fact that you're still here means Aang does like you, whether you believe it or not. Trust me, he wouldn't have kept you this long otherwise. You should play along."

Kima felt as if the floor had dropped out from under her. "How can you say that? Yara, please, try to see this from my perspective. I just want to go home. I can't pretend that any of this is okay."

Yara's face softened, but there was an undeniable firmness to her words. "I understand that this is difficult for you. But it's safer to see how things play out rather than risk making Aang—or worse, the Elders—angry."

Kima's hands curled into fists in her lap, nails biting into her palm. The thought of staying—of accepting this twisted new life as Yara seemed to have—made her stomach churn. But what sort of horror would trying to escape bring?

Back in the Southern Air Temple, she'd heard rumors of what happened to those who defied the Air Empire. Stories of swift, merciless punishments, of people who had tried to run and were never seen again. Some said they were sent to the Council of Winds for judgment, their fates sealed behind the temple walls. Others claimed they were made examples of, their broken bodies left where others could see, a stark reminder of what disobedience meant.

But the worst possibility—the one that sent ice through her veins—was being caught by Aang himself.

Although so far he'd been nice enough to her and didn't seem interested in purposely hurting her - despite seeming to enjoy teasing her- she knew the Avatar was no gentle monk. There was something sharp in his eyes, something cold beneath his polite words. Something that spoke of true danger if he was pushed too far. He was revered here, his power unquestionable, his rule absolute. If he personally intervened in an escape attempt… she didn't want to imagine what would happen. He was the most powerful bender on the entire planet; she'd seen what he could do with a simple warm up refresher, where he wasn't using even a tenth of what his full power was.

He had plucked her from the Southern Air Temple himself, basically rescued her from a very precarious situation, and yet she still didn't understand why. Did he pity her? Was she some kind of pet to him, a curiosity? Or was Yara right—did he actually like her?

The idea made her skin crawl. If he liked her, that meant she had leverage. But it also meant she had his attention, and that could be just as dangerous.

Her mind raced through possibilities, but each one ended the same way: with failure. She was trapped in a city in the sky, surrounded by airbenders who could chase her down in moments. Even if, by some miracle, she made it out of Zephyros, where would she go? How far could she possibly get before she was found and dragged back? Would they kill her? Would Aang personally ensure that she never tried again?

Yara's words echoed in her head: It's safer to see how things play out.

Kima swallowed, her throat dry. She hated that she was starting to believe it.

As Kima sat there, lost in thought, the door creaked open, and Niko entered the room, his orange night outfit bright against the dim light. He immediately looked around for Kima and hurried over to her. His small feet padded softly on the floor as he climbed up beside her, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Niko asked, his voice soft but insistent.

Kima hesitated, unsure. She had never been asked such a thing before, and she wasn't sure what the proper response was. She glanced at Yara, who gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's fine," Yara said gently. "He's just being affectionate."

With a deep breath, Kima nodded and allowed Niko to settle into her lap. His small body curled up against her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around him, feeling the warmth of his tiny form.

Niko looked up at her with a hopeful expression. "Are you going to live here forever? I like you, Kima. I want you to stay."

Kima laughed a little, trying to hide the discomfort she felt at the question. "I'm not sure yet," she said, her voice soft. "But if you want me to, I will."

His face lit up, and he snuggled closer, pressing his cheek against her chest. "Can you sleep over?" he asked eagerly, his small hands playing with her fingers.

Yara, ever the voice of reason, interjected. "She can't tonight, Niko. But maybe she can come back another time."

The little boy's face fell, and his lower lip trembled as tears welled up in his eyes. "But I want you to stay!" he cried, his voice breaking.

Kima's heart softened, and she quickly soothed him. "I promise I'll come back another time, if it's okay with your parents and Aang."

The mention of 'another time' seemed to brighten his spirits immediately. He wiped his eyes and looked up at Kima with a smile. "Can you come back tomorrow?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"I'm not sure about tomorrow. I'll have to ask," she promise him, though a small part of her felt uneasy about the intensity of his attachment.

He grinned, then added, "If you get to come, you should sleep over tomorrow night then. Please?"

Yara, surprisingly, agreed then. "I think that's a good idea. I'll talk to Aang about it."

Kima looked at her, surprised, before Yara added "I think there's a lot we have to discuss still, and might not get to cover everything tonight. I would love for you to come tomorrow." There was a strange gleam in her eye, not one that was ominous but still seemed a bit out of place.

Niko's eyes sparkled with joy. "Yay!" He began to play with Kima's fingers again, his tiny hands exploring each one with fascination. "You belong to us now, Kima. You'll have way more fun here than in the Water Tribe."

Kima froze at his words, her mind racing. She had expected a child to speak like this, but there was something unsettling about how possessive his tone seemed. She forced a smile, trying to hide her unease.

Yara, noticing the shift in Kima's expression, gave Niko a sharp look. "Niko," she scolded, her voice firm. "That's not something you should say."

Niko's smile faltered, and Yara ushered him off her lap. "It's time for bed, young man."

As Niko trudged off to bed, Kima couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The words Niko had spoken lingered in her mind, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't ignore the concern gnawing at her. Something was terribly off, and she hated feeling that way towards a child who clearly didn't know better but was definitely hearing things like that and repeating it. She didn't know what was more off-putting, the thought that a child would come up with those things on his own.

Or that it was truly the sentiment of adults that she belonged to them.

A/N: Another long chapter! Y'allllll I'm in love with this one, truly. I really think I'm capturing the sense of what life in Zephyros can be like when you're really tied into it. I also wanted to start setting up the general atmosphere more and lay out that, yeah it's a pretty place with pretty things, but Zephyros isn't something that should be taken lightly. It's meant to be a fortress for the air nomads, and you'll see that more as time goes on. But for now I hope this chapter was good! Sorry for the long wait though, I'm trying to work on new chapters plus rewrite old ones plus everything else, but I'm having a lot of fun so far.