[It's hard to decide. So hard. The smithy belongs to Sokka, it is Sokka and so much of him is in it that now, without him, she can hardly stand to be there. But to leave would be to abandon him, in weird and twisted ways she can't understand even though she came up with them.
Eventually she shuffles out to the fountain, looking everywhere but up at Aang.]
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Eventually she shuffles out to the fountain, looking everywhere but up at Aang.]