Lin takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment before letting it out.
"They're not ashamed," she says at last, carefully. In the morning it is highly unlikely either of them will remember this--assuming, of course, this is a dream--and yet it seems very important to her that she say this to Toph. "They don't understand. They don't understand that you're no more helpless than anyone else--that you can see, that you're not as fragile as they think you are."
She frowns, her expression unseen. "Of course it's for your protection. They care about you very much. They don't know what you're capable of, but it doesn't mean they don't love you." And if it's stifling, she thinks, it's not about to last all that much longer.
"That said," she adds briskly, "you do sound pretty sick to me."
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"They're not ashamed," she says at last, carefully. In the morning it is highly unlikely either of them will remember this--assuming, of course, this is a dream--and yet it seems very important to her that she say this to Toph. "They don't understand. They don't understand that you're no more helpless than anyone else--that you can see, that you're not as fragile as they think you are."
She frowns, her expression unseen. "Of course it's for your protection. They care about you very much. They don't know what you're capable of, but it doesn't mean they don't love you." And if it's stifling, she thinks, it's not about to last all that much longer.
"That said," she adds briskly, "you do sound pretty sick to me."