It was scary, seeing proof that his time on this world was limited. Even moreso, living in a time where he was only known as a long-dead hero.

It felt better to be known as a father. He might not have met his son before, but hugging Bumi helped him feel so alive. It's a powerful grip, so Aang tussles with his own mastery of hugbending.

"It's good to see you, too," he murmurs softly, likely feeling a light tickle from the beard. "Bumi."