Suki nods faintly, her hand still covering the majority of her face. If there are tears, she's managing to keep them to a trickle so far. And she doesn't sound too snuffly when she speaks again. So, cudos to her for that.

"Don't... don't worry. I'm not about to sweep in and steal him away from you. If he's with you, he's with you. I won't be around here long." Not now at any rate. "I want to find a way home."

She scrubs her hand down her face and then cards her fingers into the still disarrayed hair above her forehead.

"The other Sokka, Claire's one, he said the old Sokka probably wasn't mine either. So... there is that. Maybe he isn't?"