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Aang could smell something sweet. The hint of a decadent nectar floating on the air that he could always hear, smell, taste, feel. The faint aroma had broken through his meditation, bringing him back to the mortal world and making his shoulders roll back and drop into a somehow more relaxed state than he had achieved while chanting.
Almost unconsciously, he swirled the air around him with his bending, pulling the scent he now recognised as panda lilies into his lungs with a happy sigh. “Sweetie. I missed you.”
Katara smiled at him, her eyes soft. “I missed you too.”