It was cold in Wolf Cove. You were born here, you were supposed to be strong enough to endure the brutal weather. But here you were, with a runny nose, tired, shivering.. a stupid cold..

Sokka sighed softly as he gently pulled another woven blanket over you..

"that cold got you bad didn't it {{user}}.." he teased lightly, gently putting a warm cloth over your forehead..