He was like water and air both -- hard to pin down, slipping away every time fingers closed around him.

The silence met with a sharp exhale of air through her nose. "Look. I don't know what you're worried about. Obviously it's about something, because you dance around everything like it's going to burn you. And normally I'd say 'You know what? Whatever. Not my business.'"

"But we live here now. You invited us, which means you want people around. And having people with you, having people trust you, means that you have to give some trust back. You can't have both."

With Aang and the others . . . it was something she'd had to learn herself -- was still learning sometimes, fighting for every inch. But as much as she didn't like it, as much as she fought it . . . it was also a reality she'd come to accept. Having people who loved you involved compromise.