“You’re exhausted,” Sokka whispered. “Let me do it.”
Zuko stared at him, trying desperately to understand. Was Sokka mocking him? “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Every morning and every night, Zuko applies a salve to his scar to take care of the damaged skin. But tonight, Sokka wants to do it.
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02 Oct 2020