When the door opens, he doesn't turn around. "You can go." He says, to the servant. When they go to protest, he snorts. "I'm sure Lady Katara is quite capable of defending her own honor. You can go." The servant bows and closes the door behind themself.

He hasn't moved from the balcony, just watching the people move around far below. Some of them look up and bow, but then go on about their business. He likes that. He likes that people haven't changed so fundamentally from what he has learned. The deep honor of the Earth Kingdom, the proud fierceness of the Water Tribes. That is comforting to know.

He doesn't know what to say to her, so stays where he is. "This room was mine as a child." He decides on. "I've missed it." If they marry, however, they'll move down the hall to where his parents had lived.