Zuko was an artist, a talent known only to his Uncle Iroh and perhaps a handful of servants and family members. Yet, they failed to recognize the depth of his passion for this hidden hobby.

No one, that is, except for you.

Now, seated upon the rocky terrain, charcoal met paper in a silent dance as he captured your likeness, you being oblivious. Lost in his art, Zuko hadn't even realized that he had filled an entire page with portraits of you.