Somewhere on the fourteenth floor...

[jianhuo]

"You're still not saying it right." That's the redhead, eyes closed, expression twisted with irritation before she glances over at Katara with her eyes only have open.

"Tzuh. It's the character that looks like this," she says, tracing the shape in the air with one finger.

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[jianhuo]

"Tzuh." A frown and she's standing, crossing the floor to kneel across from Katara. Reaching forward, she takes the girl's chin in her hand and lifts it, making sure she's looking right at her. "Watch the shape of my mouth - tzuh. I can't teach you words until you know how to pronounce them."

[jianhuo]

That little smile is more triumph than affection-- but it's still there. "Like that. Remember, it has to be connected to one of the last characters - ah, oh, uh, ay, I - to make a word. You can't end on it."

Letting go of Katara's chin, she sits back again, scooting until she can lean against the wall.