[Like all other Air Nomads, Aang learned to airbend at the same time he learned to walk, and he is very off-kilter without it. Suddenly he can only move in half the dimensions he's accustomed to, which is unnerving enough but still something he'd been trying to avoid thinking about before Zuko asked him about it directly. He winces, almost guiltily, like he'd just misplaced his ability to bend somewhere in a messy room and now isn't sure where to look for it again.] No. Not since waking up here. [And unfortunately, unlike Zuko, Aang is not exactly formidable without his bending—never mind his general unwillingness to harm people with the degree of separation that the elements afford, in the first place. Even his ability to be evasive is diminished, and it's only going to get him so far in any situation where he's not just ducking away from the fists of a clumsy schoolyard bully.]
Wait, no benders? We're not where we're supposed to be... are we? [The strange dead-but-not creatures and their firestorm dreams had made him suspect, a little bit, but the idea of a place with no benders at all still draws him up short because the idea is so alien to him, even as they stumble forward towards— oh!! Just beyond the predictable skirmish up ahead, Aang spots his glider staff on the floor. Clearly the room where all their weapons got stored after confiscation is the source of the thickest fighting, as everyone tries to get back their things in the escape.] My glider! [Even without bending, having his staff on hand would make him a little better at defending himself... he tries to steer Zuko in that direction despite the danger.]
no worries, I never mind waiting!! backtagging is my bread and butter anyway
Wait, no benders? We're not where we're supposed to be... are we? [The strange dead-but-not creatures and their firestorm dreams had made him suspect, a little bit, but the idea of a place with no benders at all still draws him up short because the idea is so alien to him, even as they stumble forward towards— oh!! Just beyond the predictable skirmish up ahead, Aang spots his glider staff on the floor. Clearly the room where all their weapons got stored after confiscation is the source of the thickest fighting, as everyone tries to get back their things in the escape.] My glider! [Even without bending, having his staff on hand would make him a little better at defending himself... he tries to steer Zuko in that direction despite the danger.]