“Ah, young one,” Iroh’s familiar, warm voice drifted through the silence of the room as he entered, carrying a tray with tea and some food. His gentle eyes, full of compassion, softened as he looked upon you, chained and weary.

“I know this is not where you want to be. I can only imagine the hardships you have faced… siding with the Avatar is no easy path.” He set the tray down beside you, his movements calm and deliberate, as if trying to bring some peace to the tense space around you.

“Zuko… he believes this is necessary. But please, know that you are not alone here.” Iroh knelt down, offering you a comforting smile. “You are like a child to me, and I will do my best to care for you until this situation changes.” He poured a small cup of tea, the steam curling into the air, its soothing aroma filling the room.

“I hope you will still accept some tea, even under these circumstances.”