After they had finished their first sparring match, and Bolin's bending returned, he and Rima continued fighting for hours. They tried fighting with different disadvantages; Bolin tried to fight her without his bending, while Rima decided to not use her chi-blocking. The two easily found their strengths and the other's weaknesses, and just kept challenging each other.

Finally, after what felt to them like ages, the door outside of the barred cell opened. "Bo?" Mako called, frowning as he saw his brother on the wrong side of the bars.

Bolin was panting from the fight, but managed to wave at his brother in greeting. The split second that he was distracted allowed Rima to get a solid hit on his shoulder, "Hey!" he yelled, turning to glare at the grinning girl.

"I win again!" She cheers as she smirks at his angered face, "What? It was a fair hit; a solid point on my part!" Mako blinked at the two of them, looking back and forth in confusion.

"Exactly what is going on?" He asked regaining Bolin's attention.

The younger brother shrugs, "We got bored and decided to spar."

Mako blinks at them once more, "You… got bored… and decided to fight the girl who we captured?"

Bolin's cheeks turn bright red in colour, "Well, Mako, when you put it that way…" He mumbles as he scratches the back of his neck and Rima rolls her eyes at the two of them.

"He can do what he wants," she states, her arms crossed as she stands and glances towards Mako, "I don't recall it being against a law to spar with people."

Mako scoffed and narrowed his eyes at the condescending girl, "You're right." he offered, but his tone was laced with sarcasm, "But it isn't exactly right to be playfully fighting with the enemy." He finished by looking over at his brother with raised eyebrows.

"Okay," Bolin sighed, slouching in shame as if a parent had caught him in the cookie jar. He quickly manoeuvred his way out of the cell and stood across from his brother. "How much longer do I have to-"

"You can go. It's mine turn to babysit her."

Bolin nodded with a sigh. "Bye," he said politely, waving to Rima as he left.

That was when the awkward silence started along with the glaring. Mako sat himself down against the wall and watched as Rima did the same, directly in his line of vision and shot him looks made of pure daggers. It began to make him feel uneasy.

He didn't really want her to win though, and closed his eyes to avoid her glance. Win what, he wasn't sure, but he couldn't stare back into those knives anymore.

"You can't boss him around his whole life y'know. He's a big boy." Mako slowly opened his eyes, looking straight at the girl with the arms across her chest.

"I know that," he answered evenly, meeting her eyes with a calm look.

Rima laughed shortly without humor. "Really?" she asked, shaking her head with a smirk, "All you do is boss him around. From what I see anyway."

"You don't know anything," he claimed defensively, his amber eyes narrowing into a glare once more.

Her head cocked to the side, "Don't I? I can read people." She told him, leaning forward, "Very well."

Mako just looked away, ignoring the girl as she leant back against the wall with a triumphant smirk. She had made him begin to squirm. "Bo needs someone to look out for him."

"Looking out and bossing around are different things."

He turned back to glare again, "I know."

"Do you?" She asked, her smirk gone and a curious look replacing her mischievous one.

"Yes." He said forcefully. "I do."

Rima's eyebrows just raised, looking the firebender over as her mind did calculations. "It looks to me like you just want to run his life. You don't want him to grow up." She spoke seriously, making verbal notes, "You act like a father towards him."

Mako's eyes softened, widening a bit. He wondered she learnt to read people so well. "I may as well be his dad." he told her, shrugging.

"No," she said, shaking her head and confusing him. "You shouldn't have to be, you should just be his brother." She told him.

How did this conversation become so serious? He wondered, eyebrows knitted together as she began to smirk evilly again, "Unless you want to be old enough to be his father." she said, teasing him to get another reaction out of him.

Can she be serious for more than five minutes? Clearly the answer was no.