Do you want children?
Children. Even the concept, the very mention of such an idea, sent shocks of discomfort through and without her figure. She wasn't completely opposed to the prospect of a family, in fact, living her entire life by Zuko's side was a secret fantasy of hers... Her upbringing had not only instructed her how to raise a child improperly, but to make them feel completely, and repulsively worthless. Though she wasn't her mother, a mother of piercing amber eyes, harsh words, and sharp tones, she feared-- as Zuko did within his own bloodline-- such traits would pass unavoidably to her, through tainted genes, and in turn, leave her children feeling as insignificant as she had throughout the entirety of her childhood. The knife thrower sighed heavily, amber eyes pooling with forgotten anguish, "Zuko's call." She answered quietly, and slowly, brought her defined shoulders upward into a shrug, "If he thinks we can be parents... Well, hey, who am I to stop him? Raising a family with him wouldn't be terrible."
