Since her little conversation in Home Economics class with Zuko, Katara had been rather distracted the rest of the evening. All through dinner, she could only think of what Zuko had accused her of-- as much as Katara disliked him, she hadn't meant to hurt him as much as she did. Did her actions in a moment of blind anger really make her no better than Ozai? A shiver ran down her spin at the thought of being compared to such a monster-- but in the back of her mind, she couldn't forget the fact that she did possess an ability that could be equally as terrible and horrific should she ever choose to utilize it.

While she had been making her way back to her dorm after dinner, her feet seemed to travel on their own as they veered off course and set off in the direction of the male dormitory wing. No, she needed to settle this for her own piece of mind-- it would continue to bother her if they didn't at least talk it out. And technically he did agree to speak to her about it later, hadn't he?

Unfamiliar with the particular wing of the school, it took Katara a bit of time to finally locate the door labeled with Zuko's name. Hoping that he'd be inside, Katara took a deep breath before lifting a hand to rasp her knuckles against the metal door, her stomach tightening with an odd nervousness as she waited for a reply.