"You went home." There's a small note that can't quite be identified in her voice. Envy? Wistfulness? Wonder? Upset? Perhaps all of these. "Nobody changes here. You can't get older -- or taller -- without going home."
She's quiet after that herself . . . for a longer moment than his.
"Katara likes you," she mutters at last, head turning slightly away. "Someday she'll figure it out."
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"You went home." There's a small note that can't quite be identified in her voice. Envy? Wistfulness? Wonder? Upset? Perhaps all of these. "Nobody changes here. You can't get older -- or taller -- without going home."
She's quiet after that herself . . . for a longer moment than his.
"Katara likes you," she mutters at last, head turning slightly away. "Someday she'll figure it out."