"There's a lot to talk about." Katara gave him a pointed look, as if to warn him from even trying to suggest otherwise. "You know we need to talk about what you said."

She leaned back to sit on the edge of the table, her hands dropping to smooth her skirt out and her eyes followed the movement. There was a pause, and Katara didn't look up when she said, "I'm... sorry if what I did made you think of what your Father did to you. I didn't know, and I shouldn't have gotten that angry with you."