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Katara has learned to listen to her guts a long time ago.
It’s a distinct feeling, when you’re not doing what they tell you to. Sometimes you suppress it for so long that you forget how to pick it out from the constant misery you’re probably in.
But Katara can tell when she’s doing something wrong. And it’s getting worse with every step she takes towards Appa.
Aang is ready to take off. She looks back almost without thinking; Zuko is there, watching from a distance.
Her choice feels wrong, and she’s sick to her stomach. But she keeps walking.