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Secreted in a common room, among the Friend's wing, Zuko -- slept poorly, as those in pain are wont to do. His head ached where River had kicked him and his flesh still crawled with the weaving of Semirhage's working of the One Power
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"Light, boy, you shouldn't be up yet."
She can only imagine how much moving around hurts.
It turns her face a little gray at the edges, just thinking about it.
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Her eyes narrow, watching him, brown eyes bright with hastily-suppressed irritation.
"What is it you think you're gaining? Is it stubborn male pride? A sense of vindication?"
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He does not want kindness from a stranger, if his own family and kin cannot love him. It's the slap in the face, the insult to injury.
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She doesn't quite yell, but her color is higher than it was, and this time she lets go of her skirts long enough to tug at her braid again.
Light, Li is so exasperating.
She takes a deep breath.
"Now. Would you please sit down so I can make some tea? It'll help you with the pain, I believe. And if not, we'll try something else."
She is still a hairsbreadth away from boxing his ears.
This is likely a state of affairs that will last a long time.
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"I don't want any soothing tea!" he shouts, and then retreats to the corner of the room, looking -- terribly frustrated, the first real expression he's had on his face in days.
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She could use it too.
Dealing with Li is giving her quite a headache.
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