[ truth be told, zuko would've recognized her whether she had the mask on or not. it was the necklace that gave her away. there was nothing quite like that pendant anywhere, and he doubted anyone (or anything) had the ability to replicate something that was hand-carved β or so he assumed. his uncle had explained some of the water tribes' customs to him, once. zuko hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now the information was proving to be rather valuable. he wondered, but wasn't bold enough to ask, if she knew what that necklace was supposed to be. (of course she did; it was stupid to think that she didn't.) ]
Katara? [ his gaze sweeps over her, quirking an eyebrow at the attire. not that he could say much. he knew from staring at his reflection in a mirror how awkward and unlike himself he looked wearing the kind of clothes that were available on this vessel. ] I thought I was the only one.
[ it's been nearly two months since he's seen anyone else from their world. (the turtleduck not withstanding.) ]
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Katara? [ his gaze sweeps over her, quirking an eyebrow at the attire. not that he could say much. he knew from staring at his reflection in a mirror how awkward and unlike himself he looked wearing the kind of clothes that were available on this vessel. ] I thought I was the only one.
[ it's been nearly two months since he's seen anyone else from their world. (the turtleduck not withstanding.) ]