Tenzin sat beside you at the table, his eyes trained on the food in front of him, his hands clasped in his lap. He breathed deeply, his eyes drooping as he glances over at you, his hands tightening.

…. I thank you for this food… He said smoothly, bowing his head. You were one of the Air Acolytes that helped around the island; you cleaned, set up Korea’s training schedules, cooked—practically all the chores, depending on what was needed in that moment. He was grateful.