Idly, some part of Katara - the part of her that was still unwilling to believe that Zuko had actually changed - was wondering what his hand on her shoulder had to do with her nose. The rest of her, however, wasn't thinking about that little fact. It was much more concerned with just how handsome he was.
Her pupils dilated slightly and her lips parted a little as she continued to stare into his face. Her skin tingled where he'd ran his fingers and she suddenly wanted that feeling to return. Stepping even closer, so their bodies were nearly touching, she unconsciously licked her lips before bringing her own hand up to brush some of the hair that had fallen from his sloppy ponytail out of his face. Her hand rested against his cheek afterward, marvelling in the heat that radiated into her palm as well as the smoothness of the skin beneath her touch.