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[grabber_fray]

In a field by a lake so big it looks like an ocean, a short blind girl is very close to finding a coffin

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[notanoptimist]

Four. Sokka leaves Toph's side, more hopeful for speaking with her, but tired all the same.

He wants this, he does, he promised, he's going to take care of her. Its just...

He flops down beside Mel and the girls, settling a hand softly on Loo's hair. He's frowning, concerned at the way she wriggles in her sleep and looks up at Mel questioningly.

[grabber_fray]

"She's not sleeping well," Mel says, looking at Loo, not Sokka, but leaning towards him. "Not waking well, either, much."

[notanoptimist]

Sokka's frown doesn't lighten any for this information, giving Loo another worried glance. He's caught up enough in it that he doesn't notice the lean right away, though once he does, he scoots over to offer Mel a shoulder.

"Sick?" he asks quietly, stretching to keep a hand on Loo's head, petting her silky hair.

[grabber_fray]

"Seems like."

Hana crawls into Mel's lap, smiling fondly and looking for cuddles. She at least, isn't as sick.

"Not running a fever. Not coughing. Just fretting a lot. She won't tell me what's wrong."