Was she restless because of him?

Because Snoozles wasn't around to leave himself wide open to cheap shot insults? Or boss everyone around about keeping to schedule? Or complain about everything in sarcastic quips? Or suggest some random revelation as though it were mind-blowing?

As if.

Of the thousands of footsteps smattering the ground with ripples of vibrations, there was one pair of feet that was marking its way slowly towards them. Her body knew instinctively who those sauntering but solid footsteps belonged to, and a smile split her face as she bolted upright.

"Sokka's coming!"

Because of him?

Never.