On the battlefield, whenever she thought he could take care of himself, some flying debris came hurtling his direction, or a great chunk of someone's irresponsible Earth Bending was ready to crush his skull. Saving his skin became some sort of reflex; he was stuck as a permanent blip in her radar of vibrations.

It would only take a few words to tell him to buck up, and stop being so freaking open to attacks.

She would never tell him that, though, because she didn't really mind. Constantly saving him was a duty she didn't want to be relieved of.

Author's Notes: Thank you so much for reviewing everytime I post something new, certain lovely and extremely talented reviewers. You know who you are. :D This will be my last batch before the next episode comes out. I think I managed to get most of the waiting angst out of my system. XD; But I'm not sure. Thank you for reading!

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