Without thinking Zuko reached over to twine a lock of her hair around a finger, swirling it around and around overhead of the kittens, watching how its head moved with the motions of the hair above it until giving a pitiful little mewl. It twisted off of its back and went to run around Katara, hiding as though the hair had scared it.

"Your brother was pretty set on taking it." Zuko shrugged.