"And I told you I didn't want help," she retorted back. "And you came anyway. So guess what? You don't get a say now. Suck it up and swallow your medicine. I about froze my feet off finding you, so you'd better listen."

Is that your answer, Sokka? It kind of sounds like it. With another grump and mutter, she settles into a huddle, hands determinedly thrust towards the heat.

Meanwhile, you'd better not get sick, or she's going to get ticked off about that, too.