She had known Master Katara all her life; had grown rather
      accustomed to her way of comforting others, even if her
      only other experience with it had been over a scraped knee
      when she was a six-year-old chasing sky bison with her
      friends. Yet the stark difference of motherly affection was just
      enough to break her normal resolve. Where her own mother
      had subtly encouraged painless detachment, here was one
      giving her all the comfort she didn’t know she would need.

           ” You’re right! He never wanted to burden me. Not once! All
                 he ever did was show me kindness – but what sort of
                 idiot leaves without a goodbye? “
   
     It was then that her arms craved a certain movement
     only setting something on fire or hugging could bring.
     But she remembered, suddenly, that she had unleased
     her fury in the company of another, and only the latter
     would do.

               Eyes stinging out of embarrassment now, she
               clung to the woman as if everyone’s fate
               depended on it. At least it was a justification
               sorely needed.

                     ” I’m so sorry about your son. “