His hand slipping away from her wrist made Katara realize that her own fingers were still pressed against the scar tissue of Zuko's cheek. Reddening slightly, she quickly pulled her hand back and smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt, taking a step back from him.

"Well, I guess that's all I really came here to talk about." She shifted the weight from one leg to the other, eyes lowering to look at the ground.