As his hair bunched up, she reached forward tentatively to gently brush it back from his eyes, smoothing it away from his face, just as she had done with Zuko.

"He is," she agreed to his quiet sentiment after a few longer beats. Whether misunderstanding him or subconsciously trying to redirect the conversation, she agreed.

"It didn't start out that way, though... at least, not for me."

Story time?