Aang listened carefully to her and lifted a hand to pluck at the short hairs running along his jaw thoughtfully. He sighed, “Kya…are you sure you’re ready to just leave by yourself? What has your mother said?” he added, turning to his wife.
“I told her I wanted to talk to you about it first,” Katara said, chewing on her bottom lip. “If she moved, there would have to be conditions,” she sighed, “to make me feel better at least.”