Zuko leaned over and then held his head. “Augh..” His voice was raspy and soft, and he wiped his eye. He looked down at his hand and ruffed the skin that was a bit scraped up for some reason. “What… ugh.” He stood and cracked his back, feeling his hair and then dusting his shoulder off. It itched a little. “Where… what? …What happened?” he whispered. Maybe it was a dream, or something really did happen. After all, the story is in the hands of the player. Is… what Uncle Iroh would say.