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Things have spiralled wildly out of Katara's control. It seemed like such a good idea at the time - it really did.

But now?

It's all happened so fast and it's got so big. She doesn't know how to stop this. But people are getting hurt.

As long as Sokka doesn't find out ... things might be okay.



She's sitting out the front of the farmhouse, a huddled lump against a tree, tears tracking through the dust on her face. It's been a couple of days since she's washed or brushed her hair. Oddly enough, she's practically glowing with health.

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"You, too, okay?" Sokka is beaming right back at her and - after a moment's hesitation - leans in to hug her first. "Take care of yourself. I'll be back in a few days. Oh, and hey," he digs in a pocket for a moment before producing a folded bit of paper, "will you give this to Mel? I don't want her to worry."

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"Sure," Katara agrees happily, hugging tight before letting him go. She's happy to hug - she knows she doesn't smell like rot or corpse, not right now. "Have fun in the big city! With Steph!"

Is there some sisterly teasing there? Some double meaning?

Well, they did grow up in a one-room hut, after all.

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That they did. Luckily, Sokka is all blushed-out from his latest field trip, and can only smirk a little embarrassedly. "We will."

He gives her another hug and a wave, heading up the stairs. He has some fruit to procure before their next trip!

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Katara beams, waving cheerfully after him.



that worked.

that WORKED.

okay. okay. so this is good.

keep doing this.