At this movement, there is a murmur of discontent from the crowd. They wake from their stupor. Their prize cannot escape so easily. A man steps to the front, "Hey! How do we know he's actually your friend?" and Katara bites back her exasperation. She manages to lift Zuko up till he is leaning heavily on her, stumbling with the weight.

The strain of producing emotion threatens to be too much for her, her frustration is about to make her crack and attack them despite the consequences, but suddenly Zuko's eyes open slightly. Blearily he looks around. "'Atarr," he slurs, trying to get his feet to stand underneath him. "Nosminagowly." She doesn't even bother to wonder about what he just said, instead trying to move forward now that he has some kind of balance. He smiles blearily at the crowd. Is he...trying to wave? Katara rushes on, she's seen him wave the same way a few times when standing on the Public Viewing Area of his palace. He inevitably follows this with some kind of fake-inspirational speech, she thinks bitterly. And the people just lap it up.

Sure enough, Zuko begins. "Thank you, my people for coming today to support Mai and I..."

"Hahahahaha," Katara laughs loudly, afraid the nervousness underneath the laugh might be visible. "Poor Lee," she says to the people who will not stop following her. "The last Sabertooth Moose Lion bite really got him." The throng backs away slightly.

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I'm sorry this took so long. I was thinking about coloring it, but I realized I might just ruin it. So for now you can just enjoy the lineart, and maybe some day I'll color it. I know it's not super lovey dovey but I thought of all the scenes this was the funniest.