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‘Sokka wasn’t just smart’ Zuko thought as he watched the younger scheme a few feet away. ‘He’s strong’
The muscular frame the other had seemed to show- even through the relaxed pose he currently took, as the black of that favored prose feather seemed to soak half of the page. He sat by the stream, the sound of the water current allowed the sound of home, a sense of calm for the younger.
Had Zuko known the stress the job he gave to Sokka would be so strenuous, he’d never have offered. But he was grateful for the scene here.
