Wait.

Okay, going to absorb this for a minute.

. . .

Nope, still didn't make sense.

"Okay, we're not supposed to travel to the future. Or the past. Or the Spirit World. Or wherever else. That's Avatar stuff. Mystical, spiritual blahblahblah. Not us." Her jaw tightened. "We're supposed to be off to fight the Fire Lord right now. How can we be in the future if we haven't even fought--"

But she cut herself off, pressing her lips together. There wasn't exactly a point in debating it. There had been no change in Zuko's hearbeat, no alteration of his rhythm. He was telling the truth -- or at least absolutely believed that he was -- and more than that, she'd given him trust a long time ago. If he said they were in the future, they were probably in the future . . . and nothing that she thought about it was going to change that.

She frowned faintly, turning the mask around in her hands, as much for the solidity of the object and the movement as anything else. More softly, "What are we supposed to do? And what happens if we don't get home?"

Not usual questions from Toph, and certainly not a usual tone . . . but also not a usual situation.