“You’re brooding again,” In her monotone voice, the words are impossible to be interrupted as an accusation or even in disapproval; merely a statement of a look that Mai had long since memorized. Arms folded across her chest, as Mai fell in line beside him, closer than what others may ever be allowed from either of the teens but still far enough to provide the space she knew Zuko needed. “Do I need to start another bonfire before you tell me what’s wrong?” — @allthosevoices / liked.























