She already found herself responding to his touch, leaning in to his hands and wanting more. But her mind was still elsewhere. Not on the potential of sex, of making her body feel so very good. Forgetting for a while that she was alone here when it came to having a romantic partner.

But for all she wanted this, Sokka was her friend. Someone she cared for. And, surprisingly, wanted to protect.

She broke away from the kiss suddenly and placed her hands on top of his. It took a few deep breaths for her to slow her racing heartbeat, to resist the urge to kiss him again.

"You died. It's in the journal. Someone announced that you died three months ago," she said quietly before pausing. And shrugging a little awkwardly. It wasn't her business. But she would have wanted someone to tell her if her personal life was shared without permission. "I thought you should know. In case you didn't already."