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Character(s): Katara, Zuko
Location: Katara's dormitory
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Unbeknownst to Katara, it's the night of the lunar eclipse-- and her body isn't responding well.


Katara, to put it lightly, was feeling horrible.

She wasn't sure what had happened to make her fall into such a state-- she had been perfectly fine just the day before, showing absolutely no symptoms of sickness. When she woke this morning, though, she couldn't even manage to muster enough energy to get out of bed, her body completely drained of energy. She'd grown up in the cold so the change in setting to the northern continent certainly couldn't have contributed to the change in her physical well-being. But at the moment, she was curled up in her bed with the covers drawn up to her chin, her body shivering with fever-chills and limbs aching from fatigue. But as tired as she was feeling and as much as she closed her eyes to try and rest herself to recover from her illness, sleep wouldn't claim her.

Katara shifted onto her side to try and find a more comfortable position, her hands drawing the blankets up over her head completely in a futile attempt to warm her freezing body.

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If Zuko were ever asked why he'd stuck around, he would tell whoever had posed the question that she'd fainted on him, nothing more; he couldn't just leave her by herself after that, not until he was sure that she would be okay in the end. He would claim that he'd remained with her due to his honor. Yeah - always with the honor, he could get away with that, right? Now while his conscience questioned him and that same nauseating twist of unease he, too, was experiencing, the exiled prince wasn't going to address it. Why should he?

The sound of water running from the other room was unmistakable, especially to a waterbender no less. It was followed by the sound of rummaging and a cupboard door snapping shut. Zuko returned minutes later with a bowl of cold water from the small sink in the common room, two face cloths in hand. Still he said nothing, setting the bowl down on the nightstand, dropping one of the cloths into it to soak.

"I guess he cares a lot about you, then."

The situation surrounding her necklace and the bracelet replacement, he was the one to blame for that. Maybe if he had given her back her stupid necklace, she wouldn't be wearing something the Avatar had made for her.

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Katara gave a small shrug in response, her fingers still idly stroking the baby bird as she watched him prepare the washcloth. She would have never expected the Exiled Fire Prince of the nation she loathed the most to be tending to her while she was sick-- yet here he was, in her room, preparing a cool cloth to help with her fever.

"Well, of course-- he's my friend. Friends care each other, so it's nothing strange that he would do something nice for me when I was feeling down. I mean..." She made a small gesture with her hand to the bowl of water sitting on the nightstand. "You're being nice to me now while I'm sick because... because we're friends, right?"

It felt strange to say that out loud, defining the unspoken truce that had formed between them out of necessity to cooperate with caring for the kittens and now the chicobo.