Surprised by it, his arms hesitantly wrapped around her, forgetting about the bandages. He remembers fire, he remembers smoke, he remembers brown skin burned black...
"Never," he whispers and his voice is hoarse, his eyes burning again. "No one's going to get you while I'm here, Katara, I promise."
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Date: 2006-05-22 02:04 am (UTC)"Never," he whispers and his voice is hoarse, his eyes burning again. "No one's going to get you while I'm here, Katara, I promise."