Zahira had been quietly pondering how to tell her daughter 'no' in a nice way, because she was a princess and a young girl and Bad Things could happen, when she thankfully had reinforcements. Still holding her daughter, she lifted up her head and looked towards Azhar, a smile curling her lips. "A very good point, I do think."
Eyes narrowing for just a moment, she took in her husband and how he looked. He'd been working himself hard lately, very hard, and had started to seem... just a touch under the weather. While that wasn't too bad, Zahira knew her husband- he would keep working, despite the signs, and then he would get sick, and then he'd be forced to take off more time then he wanted.
So, to stall that off, Zahira had made sure that Azhar had rested and slept in. Using everything but death threats, she let everyone know that bothering the Fire Lord before he had left the room of his own accord was strictly prohibited. As far as most knew, he had simply been working; really, she had just wanted to give him a little extra time to rest. It seemed it had worked.