Toph doesn't need telling what to do, anyway. By the time Claire's navigated the car, there's a rock shelve at just the right height for the car seat, and then it's just a gentle easing back onto a small stone slab a few feet away.

Toph reaches out then to help Claire lay it out properly, and she finds the hat - drawing away quickly when Claire inhales sharply - and the long long braid coming down from underneath it.

Stomach churning, Toph touches the dead face gently, then investigates the leather clothes.


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A moment or two later, she's crouching beside Sokka and the moist puddle of vomit-and-dirt.

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

It's a statement of fact.