She couldn't help but smile when he did, taking another sip of the tea and pushing lightly away from the counter. "Smiling is a good look for you," she commented softly before heading to the couch. Drawing one of her legs up so her foot was flat on the cushion, her knee bent and her arm resting across the top of it, she glanced toward the window.
The billows of smoke from the ignited awning could still be seen through the glass and she shook her head, imagining the demons were likely trying to re-think their plan of stalking her. Turning to look at Zuko, she questioned, "Do you miss your uncle?"