healing

Then her shoulders fell, the inky shadows deepening across her face as Katara sighed and pulled her knees into her chest. "I just-I have to know you're okay, Aang. That's all. It's not a big deal."

Aang blinked, her words sinking into his heart like a stone into quicksand. "Know I'm okay," he repeated, "or know I'm alive?"

When Aang falls, Katara is always there to catch him. But maybe that's part of the problem.

(Written for Day 5 of Kataang Week 2021: Healing, hosted by @ kataang-week on Tumblr.)