[ The smiles goes, but Unnamed doesn't feel any better in its absence. He knows something must've shown on his own face or in his actions, because just like that, Azula's demeanour shifts again. This time it feels like she's mad rather than...whatever that was a second ago, and while it's a more familiar "flavour" of Azula, he still wishes she'd feel good rather than this--which she'd probably describe as 'fine' if he asked.
She catches his stumble at least, so he's able to nod his head to her in thanks as she corrects their pace and gets them back on track.
He grips her a little tighter to keep himself focused, relaxing only once he's made it through a few more steps without fault.
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She catches his stumble at least, so he's able to nod his head to her in thanks as she corrects their pace and gets them back on track.
He grips her a little tighter to keep himself focused, relaxing only once he's made it through a few more steps without fault.
He exhales. ]