[ part of it was not knowing where he stood — or wanted to stand — after everything that had happened. he remembered nothing of his time here while he was back home, and he's spent the better part of the past few months engrossed in teaching the avatar how to firebend and prepping for war. he fought his sister the day before he was pulled back here. he almost died saving katara, and would have if she hadn't healed him after taking azula down herself.
it hurts. the wound throbs, and had he been left where he was, katara would've tended to it more. she told him it would take a few more sessions before it didn't bother him, and she'd healed him in a panicked hurry the first time. the waterbender had apologized for her sloppiness. zuko dismissed it, thankful he survived the encounter with his sister's lightning. what was one more scar? at least this one was where nobody could see.
which is why he slept with a dark shirt pulled over his torso instead of shirtless like he preferred. it hid the bandages. ]
The floor is fine, [ he insists, laying on his back with his eyes closed on the makeshift pallet he's made for himself. ] I'm used to sleeping on floors.
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it hurts. the wound throbs, and had he been left where he was, katara would've tended to it more. she told him it would take a few more sessions before it didn't bother him, and she'd healed him in a panicked hurry the first time. the waterbender had apologized for her sloppiness. zuko dismissed it, thankful he survived the encounter with his sister's lightning. what was one more scar? at least this one was where nobody could see.
which is why he slept with a dark shirt pulled over his torso instead of shirtless like he preferred. it hid the bandages. ]
The floor is fine, [ he insists, laying on his back with his eyes closed on the makeshift pallet he's made for himself. ] I'm used to sleeping on floors.