Naturally, she lifted her hands to take Aang's, and shook her head. "I'm fine, just-- This is... a lot," she admitted, looking over at the man before lifting her eyes to her boyfriend's.

Within the span of a week, Aang had been mugged, nearly died in her arms, she had finally accepted and fully returned his feelings, and now they were meeting their son. Even mature as she was at such a young age, it was a lot to take in.

The more she thought, the more realizations there were, and she looked to Tenzin, keeping a hold on at least one of Aang's hands for now.

"Do you, uh... have any siblings, Ten..zin?"

The name sounded... right, in a way she couldn't place.