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It’s not with a little effort that you hide your discomfort. The outside world is ‘old-fashioned’; it’s idiotic, really, in your opinion, to be so impressed at the sight of a woman in your condition.
Pass them the fucking smelling salts, you think to yourself rather grumpily.
You’ve always been better at entertaining than Zuko, but for now he’s the one who has to do all the dirty work – you can’t bring yourself to care about anything but your throbbing feet and bursting bladder. He doesn’t really complain.
Privately, you smile to yourself. You can’t wait to meet her.