'Is what I feel love?' Haru asked, idly swinging his legs over the railing. 'Is what I feel for my lady, my princess, really love? Admiration, certainly. Respect. Compassion.' He sighed. 'She inspires me. She's a true firebender, the way she can go from cool ash to blazing inferno in the blink of an eye. The way she moves, grace covering smoothly channeled power, like a swan. She's like a goddess…' A sudden splash of wave sprayed his face and made him focus. 'But is it love? Worship, adoration, surely….'
"Get off the railing and come to bed, Haru," Azula commanded. Haru grinned. It was love, all right.