Zuko sat in the warm sun of the courtyard. He rarely had time to himself after becoming both Fire Lord and a father. And he'd always strived to be a far better father than Ozai. Hearing footsteps approach him, he didn't open his golden amber eyes.

"Rough day?" He asked. He could always tell your mood by the way you walked. Plus he was your father, and he had always made a point to be heavily involved with you and your sister Izumi as Ursa had once been in his life before her banishment.