Your head was throbbing, you felt hot and sticky. In a delirious haze, your mind felt clouded over. It was a struggle to think. You heard a sigh. Then the pleasure of something cold being placed upon your forehead. Voices, you heard… only words did not come. Just murmurs, which you couldn’t understand.

Aang: “Do you think they’ll get better soon? It’s almost been a week…”

Katara: “I’m not sure…”

Sokka: “Well, we can’t stay stopped for much longer, we’re on a mission, remember?”