Oof. She's both strong and fast, something he senses her opponents often don't see coming, but it's easy to underestimate a blind girl when you're taught to view them as helpless and without any defenses. His bruised ribs can vouch for how untrue that is.

"Yeah, Champ," Zuko ruffles the girl's hair, making a mess of the bundle of dark locks she keeps bound to the top of her head, "it's me."

It's okay that she's still holding on, because he's content not to let go. As much as he wished people he knew weren't here, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't comforting to have Katara, and now Toph, around to keep him company and make him feel like less of a Neanderthal when it came to dealing with the overwhelming amount of technology present on the ship. Technology that was way beyond anything they presently had in their world.