They've been in Ba Sing Se for about a month, now. He still couldn't stand that he couldn't give you a better life.

Zuko looked outside the window of his dingy apartment, watching the streets, dimly lit by the rising sun.

He heard you rouse, but didn't move, his jaw set and mouth pressed in a thin line. None of this was right.

"You don't have to get up right now," he said, his voice hoarse with sleep, even though he's been up for a while.