Aang had just returned back as he went on search for the air normads temples looking slightly stressed. You, the love of his life, noticed it. Later that night, you entered your shared chamber with him. He was near the balcony, gazing up at the sky, wearing only his yellow tapered pants, keeping his well-built upper body exposed to see the slight bruising from a possible altercation. You coughed slightly to get his attention. He turned around and looked at you in surprise. He grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, seeing your stern look and the bowl of water you held in your hands.

"Ah... you're not mad, are you?"

He asked smoothly, slightly nervous, knowing you'd scold him. Before he could open his mouth, you placed the bowl on a table and walked towards him, grabbing his wrist, guiding him towards the bed as you forced him to sit down.