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Kar'ta bal Norac

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Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Zuko says as she pulls him off the table. She drapes his arm over her shoulder, supporting him as he weakly stumbled alongside her and as they got out of the cell, her father came running down the hall.

“I have him, Kat’ika,” her father says, and tries to take Zuko. She shakes her head, and he sighs. They quickly made their way off the Imperial ship and without further delay, a signal to the rest of the rescue team on their ship, they took off.

“You’re finally out,” Katara said, wrapping Zuko in a hug the second he stepped into her quarters.

“Hey,” he said softly, “ really want to be married? To me?”

“I want to, if you want me,” Katara said, and pushed his armor towards him to let him put his armor back on.

“Oh Force, so we’re doing this,” Zuko said, and Katara frowned.

“You don’t…?”

“I do! I do!” Zuko says, “I just...didn’t know if you wanted it and - “

“We’re not Jedi anymore,” Katara said, “We’re Mando’ade now, we can do what Jedi can’t.”

“Okay. We’re exchanging armor, right? That’s what Sokka and Suki did.”

“Yeah, and it depends on what you’re exchanging. Every piece of armor has meaning.”

“So what do you want to exchange?”

“The Ka’rta beskar and the Nor’cabur - we can love each other without attachment and we have each other’s backs,” Katara said after a minute, and Zuko nodded. She pulled off the plates and he picked up the ones in his pile of armor and gave them to her, and she passed her pieces to him.

“We’ll probably have to get them resized,” Zuko said.

“I told Buir that we promised a riduurok, but now that we’ve made it official…” she trails off, waiting for Zuko to finish the sentence.

“...We can get them resized?” he guesses. Katara chuckles.

“That’s one of the things that’ll happen, but I think Buir would be happy that we’re making it official,” she said, “Oh Force. We’re making this official.”

“I...Kat, I’ve - “ Zuko stops talking as Katara practically jumps into his lap and presses her forehead to his. Without hesitation, he pulls her closer and allows her to lead the kiss.

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” she says once she pulls away.

Par darasuum,” he confirms.

“We should tell my dad,” Katara says finally. Zuko puts on his armor except for the two pieces he exchanged with Katara, which he holds in his hand, while Katara holds her exchanged pieces in hers, and together they go to speak with Hakoda.