Zuko said nothing and stepped aside to let her in, eyes looking off to the side. Well this was awkward.

He pressed the button on the door pad once she was in, the door sliding shut on a soft whoosh of air. Definitely awkward.

Zuko moved further into the room, the smell of put out candles still heavy in the air. There was fresh bruising along the mending collarbone and where neck and shoulder met, some she could probably see just at the back of his shoulder; each physical therapy session brought fresh ones to bloom, the old faded to yellows and greens while the newer ones were dark pinks and purples. It was a little price that he was willing to pay to regain full movement of his one arm and shoulder.

He wasn't sure how he was going to get his shirt on now without looking a fool. He'd probably end up looking like a fish on dry land, wriggling to get into it. Oh the irony; her being a waterbender and him being the fish on dried land.

There was a short sigh from him and then he turned again to face her, wondering when she was going to start talking.