He's just holding her and moving slowly around the garden. They're the only two people in the world and it's wonderful. He almost wants to kiss her. But he doesn't dare. They have too much between them yet. Too much of the past, the present and the future.

So, he just holds her and keeps moving, their bodies moving in synch.

The mood is suddenly broken when someone clears their throat. Zuko sighs, recognizing the cough of a close servant. He stops dancing and looks over his shoulder. "Looks like I have to go." He says, softly. He looks at Katara, not wanting to. If she asked him to stay, he would, but he knows that he should go.