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There was only so much you could do while bed ridden.
Zuko found that there was not enough at all to keep him occupied. So he made notes on his map, and tried to will people he needed-- or wanted-- to see to his door.
Moving his legs on occasion -- to heal flexible, to not deal with horrible stiffness when all was said and done -- he was up right, legs sprawled out; they were no longer wrapped. He'd taken up his art pad again, to write further notes, but had given in to dooding people he'd met in the interim
Mel turned up as a regular and prominient subject. He can't be blamed, though. They were-- something. in a -- sort of relationship. maybe?
Zuko found that there was not enough at all to keep him occupied. So he made notes on his map, and tried to will people he needed-- or wanted-- to see to his door.
Moving his legs on occasion -- to heal flexible, to not deal with horrible stiffness when all was said and done -- he was up right, legs sprawled out; they were no longer wrapped. He'd taken up his art pad again, to write further notes, but had given in to dooding people he'd met in the interim
Mel turned up as a regular and prominient subject. He can't be blamed, though. They were-- something. in a -- sort of relationship. maybe?