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Mel was quiet partly because when you have superhearing, than tinnitus gets really bad. But also because her babies were crying and she wanted to repack herself into the back seat and rock them gently and distract them with Dino and a strange fluffy yellow blob she doesn't recognise, and clean the blood off them.

Part of the reason she remains quiet even afterwards, as Steph and Sokka gather the fuel up and prepare to drive on to Gotham, is that she had to clean blood off her daughters.

And that she's just murdered a human being. That too.

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"Mel tunrs her head into his shoulder for a second, and takes a second to count Hana's fingers before they're snatched away from her.

"She went after Loo."

Sokka glances at her, arms briefly tightened around Hana's little, fragile body, before nodding. He hadn't known that, but he'd figured there must have been something, some kind of trigger.

So he turns to press his brow to her temple and says, very quiet, "I believe you."

Hana squeaks and laughs, and Mel smiles. It's better than remarking on how she doesn't need him to believe her: it's fact.

"Who does that? Goes after a baby?"

Of course she doesn't need him. But he still wants to let her know.

Just in case.

"Crazy people?" Sokka guesses, shrugging a little. "Starving people? Crazy, starving people? I dunno, Mel, but I don't think there's a mom in the world who wouldn't have done exactly what you did, no matter who was pointing the gun."

Mel snorts.

"Other moms might try."

Yeah, she knows she's awesome.

Sokka snorts with her, nudging her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're the best mom ever, congratulations."

Mel nudges him back, grinning at Hana.

"Check her out. She's just had the best day ever."

"Well, not every baby gets to watch a gas station explode," Sokka points out, grinning and bouncing Hana gently. "That's usually saved for the tenth birthday."

"OK, that bit they hated," Mel admits. "But we totally have to make me baby carriers to get engeretic in. They love it."

Sokka laughs again, bouncing and leaning. "Well, of course they do. They're yours and Zuko's. They have death wishes built into their DNA."

"Wonder if we can get that out of them?"

Mel ponders it for a second, then shrugs. "They're going to be OK."

"I've been trying to get it out of you a good two years," Sokka points out dryly, brows raised as he looks at her. "Has that worked yet?"

Mel glances back at him, and smirks.

"You had to deal with me as I came. The girls are still young and moldable."

"You could be moldable," Sokka informs her, reaching around her shoulders to poke at her face. "I've never actually tried, but it's totally possible."

"The reason you've never tried - "

Mel jerks her face away from his probing fingers and scowls, though she's trying not to laugh

" - is because you know I'd kick your ass if you did."

Sokka snorts and gives her a look. "When did the threat of you kicking my ass ever stop me from doing anything?"

Mel has to concede that, and sighs heavily enough to make Hana look up and offer her Dino.

"I'm always hoping you'll see sense."

Sokka gives Dino a scritch and Hana accepts him happily back into her arms.

Mel, however, gets a smirk. "I'll see it when you do," he promises.

"I make it," Mel objects, and strokes Hana's head softly.

"How're you?"

"Fine," Sokka replies immediately, flippant - pauses and frowns as he glances at his shoulder. "Shot. I don't like getting shot. It was easier this time but I'm still not a fan."

"Not a fan of you getting shot either," Mel admits, leaning forward to peer at his shoulder.

"Sorry you were."

"Me, too," Sokka agrees gravely, veri srs. "Next time, I'll let you do it."

"That's not an invitation to get shot, in case you were wondering."

The bandage is clean since he's been changing it with their extra fabric every few hours, and he doesn't seem any less mobile for it. Sore, if anything.

"I can manage to not get shot," Mel points out,

Hana yawns, and Mel reaches for her without a thought, waiting for Sokka to pass her over.

"I think she's worried about you."

Sokka smiles as he passes her over, keeping hold of one of Hana's hands for a kiss, first. "Well, of course she does. I am her favorite uncle."

"Not her," Mel returns with a faint smile. Sokka knows that.