She drew her hand back immediately and buried both of them in her lap with a squeaked 'sorry!'. Obviously that wasn't going to soothe anyone, and she instantly regretted trying.

"We were," she confirmed, bowing her head at the thought. "Zuko... he really hurt us on more than one occasion. I was the first to trust him, but then he turned his back on me and Aang was nearly killed..."

Memories of being locked away with the firebender in the catacombs were never her favorite to think back on, and yet she visited them frequently. Until now, she had always been curious about that small spark that had begun in that moment, during that first real conversation.

Unwanted tears gathered in her eyes without warning, as those memories led into their last conversation, the conversation during which she had trusted him with everything.

"When he did finally come around and joined our side, I was the last to trust him," she continued, fighting through the emotions. She didn't need to be this pathetic in front of Wan. She refused to be. "During that time, he taught Aang firebending, and helped rescue my father from prison with Sokka... I didn't actually forgive him until after he helped me find the man who had killed my mother."