The question threw him off-guard. He hadn't expected her to care let alone notice.

"Why does it matter?" Zuko had folded his arms over his chest, the cotton material stretching snug over his shoulders and biceps, until two of the kittens dug their claws into his thigh to climb up and into his lap.

His arms unfolded and he cupped a hand under one of them, gently bumping them up to help, brows furrowing.