[The video flickers on with Katara arranging her bed dutifully. She's tucking the sheets, fluffing the pillows, and dusting off the bed silently. This goes on before the video turns hazy and flickers on a memory
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[ Handcuffs be damned. It's hard to pay attention to the memory playing - and it feels disgustingly voyeuristic to watch - with Katara raising hell in the background. He doesn't really want to look when it's obvious she's trying so hard to hide it anyway.
It's only long after the memory is through playing and the feed has timed out that Tyr responds. His voice comes over the device softly and filled with concern. ] ...Are you okay, Katara?
[ It's hard to hear; he's so much more used to her being stronger than this. Ugh, he wishes he weren't attached to Rita right now! He continues to speak in a low, but firm voice. ]
It's only long after the memory is through playing and the feed has timed out that Tyr responds. His voice comes over the device softly and filled with concern. ] ...Are you okay, Katara?
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...... I'm fine.
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[ That doesn't sound good. He's never been good at comforting people, but... ]
Do you...?
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.... Yes?
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...Tomorrow, I'll come see you.
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You... don't have to. I won't be good company.
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If you'll let me, I want to see you...
[ He'd completely understand not wanting to see anyone at all for the next week, though. ]
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.... Alright. I'm not stopping you.
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[ That sort of makes him debate that choice, but he remembers how she came over after the slug mess. ]
Until then, take care...
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