He steps back, away from the healing, shocked. "Terrible?" He says. "Katara, why would..." He stops, takes a breath. "Being married to a friend like you is..." He stops again, trying to express himself and being extremely bad at it. He really is. He's trying though, and not able to articulate it.

"Less terrible? Katara, why would you think that?" He finally is able to ask. "I knew my marriage would be political. You didn't. I should be the one saying that to you."