The two Flying Bison flew close to each other. Sokka and Katara had given up their parkas so that Dami could warm up faster. The little girl was still not fully awake and was only half aware of her surroundings. Thankfully, both Iana and Aang, along with Katara, had managed to get the little girls clothes dry.
Aang was moping on the front of Appa, blaming himself for the situation. It was his fault that he had run away. It was his fault they had ended up frozen. It was his fault that he was banished from the village in the first place, so then it was his fault that he wasn't there to surrender to Zuko. It was also his fault that Dami got knocked overboard.
Also moping was one Flying Lemur, who had come to realize its companion was mussing. Everyone has come to realize this and they were rather disheartened by it, but there was nothing at this point that they could do about it. While Sokka had placed the blame on Katara for this, he later retracted it saying there really wasn't anything she could do about it.
"I have to many questions though," Sokka started. "I mean, that buy was cruel, so why did he save Dami?"
"I have questions too," cam a very small and weak voice. Everyone turned to look at Dami, who had opened her eyes. "Why does he have that mark over his eye? Why doesn't he shave his whole head? When I see Uncle Iroh again, will he play tea party with me?"
"Dami… those people aren't very nice," Katara muttered, pulling the parka further up the girls chin.
"Then why did he save me when Aang got all scary? And why did Aang get all scary?" Dami asked, causing her older brother to flinch.
"I don't think, that deep down, he's really a bad person. However I have the feeling he really doesn't know what the right path in life for him is at this point," Iana sighed.
Iroh stood in the doorway to Zuko's private quarters. He had given his nephew a tea that had put him into a very deep sleep. Iroh had then covered the boy up with more blankets. From underneath, unnoticed by Zuko, a small head poked out, that of the lemurs. The ex-general would check on the two of them every so often, but he had the feeling that both would make it through just fine, expesully considering how stubborn his nephew tended to be.
Author's note – I most enjoyed writing the last three chapters. This is the conclusion, yes, but that that doesn't mean I can't write a sequel to it. In fact, I plan to. When though, I don't know.