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[Katara knew that it wasn't easy. She could remember arriving both times, remember the incredible confusion Zuko had gotten settled into his room (it was mostly bare, but sparkling clean; Katara had attacked it pretty fiercely with cleaning supplies when the blind girl had gone home). She balanced a small tray of tea and round crackers against her hip, rapping her knuckles against the door.]
Hey, Zuko? Can I come in?