The wind is biting, chilly, but she doesn't want to go in, not just yet. Her hand rests on the round curve of her stomach as she stares out into the night, enjoying the solitude.
She hears the door open behind her. "Ursa!" she hears Ozai say as her hurries out onto the balcony. The next thing she knows he's draping a warm cloak over her shoulders. "You should have put on something warmer before coming out here."
She tugs the cloak closer around herself. As her pregnancy has drawn on he has become more and more protective of her. "I knew you would come after me," she says quietly, smiling.
He chuckles, but it is brief, still laced with worry. "You have too much faith in me, my dear."