"Save yourself?" Katara echoed, even more frustrated by his lack of enthusiasm to her verbal poking. Arms wrapping around her middle, she frowned at him. Dropping back down into her seat, she pulled her cup of coffee back in front of her and stared into its murky surface for a full minute before speaking again.
"You don't need saving, Zuko," she stated. "You need to grow up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. So you can't bend fire. It isn't the end of the world, you know."