It took more effort than he'd ever be honest about, but Aang managed to get out of bed and over to the table to share tea with Iroh.

In spite of his best intentions, Aang's hands shake as he reaches for the cup of tea.

"Thank you, Iroh," he says smiling weakly, almost sheepishly.
He takes a long deep inhale of the steam rising from his cup before sipping.
The warmth is reassuring, it's from that reassurance that he tries to will himself more energy.