[Listen. Don't question Avatar Things, Zuko, because 90% of the time Aang can't explain them. (Also he didn't actually do anything so much as his abilities were inevitably going to come back with time, but using those minutes to center himself certainly did wonders for him after the last few days.) He waves a hand like he's dispelling his own flimsy response, distracted only by the definitely-not-imagined faraway sound of a disgruntled ice dragon that probably neither of them should mess with, even while able to bend.
Aang swallows, hesitating in the middle of the stairway. With his glider and his bending back, he could whisk them both far away from this place as soon as they find a window high up enough on the building, and truly he doesn't want to stay here—there's relatively very few other places he's been more excited to leave behind forever—but he can't just ignore that. Even if he's pretty sure the people hosting the banquet would have been the same people who put him in a cage and (presumably) suppressed his ability to bend.
He waffles for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder where he's inconsiderately trapped Zuko on the steps behind him. They're not in the clear yet (no windows or rooftops in sight) but he feels like an entirely different person knowing that he can bend again. Braver. Maybe that will make enough of a difference.] Shouldn't we warn them? [Aang knows that they should, obviously, those undead were not playing around. But even with being the Avatar, he's never really been the leader of the group: decisions are up to everybody, even when "everybody" is just two people.]
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Date: 2021-10-24 03:32 pm (UTC)[Listen. Don't question Avatar Things, Zuko, because 90% of the time Aang can't explain them. (Also he didn't actually do anything so much as his abilities were inevitably going to come back with time, but using those minutes to center himself certainly did wonders for him after the last few days.) He waves a hand like he's dispelling his own flimsy response, distracted only by the definitely-not-imagined faraway sound of a disgruntled ice dragon that probably neither of them should mess with, even while able to bend.
Aang swallows, hesitating in the middle of the stairway. With his glider and his bending back, he could whisk them both far away from this place as soon as they find a window high up enough on the building, and truly he doesn't want to stay here—there's relatively very few other places he's been more excited to leave behind forever—but he can't just ignore that. Even if he's pretty sure the people hosting the banquet would have been the same people who put him in a cage and (presumably) suppressed his ability to bend.
He waffles for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder where he's inconsiderately trapped Zuko on the steps behind him. They're not in the clear yet (no windows or rooftops in sight) but he feels like an entirely different person knowing that he can bend again. Braver. Maybe that will make enough of a difference.] Shouldn't we warn them? [Aang knows that they should, obviously, those undead were not playing around. But even with being the Avatar, he's never really been the leader of the group: decisions are up to everybody, even when "everybody" is just two people.]