[ Okay. Well. If that's how she's going to respond, then it's clear to Trahearne that this goes beyond simple irritation. But if she says she's fine, and she'd rather do that over enjoying her food, then who is he to argue? He doesn't even know her name.
He simply eyes Azula warily for a second, watching her turn her back to him. Right. It seems this conversation is over. ]
All right.
[ He says this flatly, quietly, mostly to himself, and turns his attention back to the hot pot. As he reaches to fill his bowl with more broth and whatever morsels he manages to catch, he makes a mental note to keep an eye on her. ]
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He simply eyes Azula warily for a second, watching her turn her back to him. Right. It seems this conversation is over. ]
All right.
[ He says this flatly, quietly, mostly to himself, and turns his attention back to the hot pot. As he reaches to fill his bowl with more broth and whatever morsels he manages to catch, he makes a mental note to keep an eye on her. ]