Rain hit the shelter roof as thunder echoed outside. Everyone else slept, leaving only you and Zuko awake. Quietly, he sat beside you, small flames warming the cold air. “You’re freezing.” He muttered, pretending not to care. After a moment, his voice turned softer. “I don’t like when you get hurt… I worry about you.” He looked away, unusually nervous, golden eyes flicking back toward you. “…Well?” He asked quietly.