She's beautiful in the morning light, her damp hair glistening in the sunlight. He wants to say so many things, whisper things to her, about how it will be alright, how their marriage doesn't have to be only political.

But he doesn't. Instead, he just smiles a goofily ridiculous smile. "Hi." He says, a little surprised that he sounds normal.

He offers her his arm. "Ready for breakfast?" He asks. There's been some laid out for them in the Fire Lady's former quarters. Quarters that Katara is going to take over, eventually, he hopes. Then... he'll finally stop dithering and take his father's former quarters. He just wants to gut them first and remove all traces of Ozai.