And you just hit your girlfriend (cause she is your girlfriend; you don't just make out with a girl and then cuddle and sniffle and let her pet your fears away in the middle of the engineering hall, wrapped in canvas if she's not) i the face with one hand.

"OW!"

...not the way she expceted to get woken after all that. She rolls to the side, sitting up, rubbing her cheek; a glancing blow, but it woke her already. "...sokka. Hey, darlin'-- shh, shh, was a bad dream."

She knows what that is. She spent enough time mothering her siblings.