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“Zuko,” she scolded, smiling despite herself, “believe it or not some of us actually want you around in the next couple to years. You aren’t making it easy by electrocuting yourself.”
Her hands hovered over his body, searching from internal injuries she might have missed.
“I know but the power plant needs to work and I’m one of the few people who can bend lightning.”
“You can’t get it to work if you’re dead.”
Satisfied with her work she offered a hand.
“I know-”
They yelped and sprang apart, clutching hands in pain.
“At least we know it works now.”