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The rain hits when they’re halfway there and Zuko banned waterbending entirely so by the time they reach shelter – a cave barely large enough to hold both of them – they’re soaked to the bone.
And Zuko is grumpier than a hog monkey.
“Damn weather. Stupid rain.”
“There’s no reason to be angry.”
“I’m not angry!”
Katara rolls her eyes and, because the rain was falling hard enough to block prying eyes, bends the water from her clothes before doing the same to Zuko – crouched, scowling – and tosses it into the rain.
“Don’t look so surprised,” she teases, smiles.
“Thank. You.”