Breakfast was awkward, very awkward. No one really talked to each other, they were all too afraid. Katara passed out bowls of rice to the motley crue, got some for herself and walked away to sit alone with her thoughts. No one tried to stop her or even ask why she had gone out of her way to sit apart from the rest of the group.

All the blame was directed towards Sokka, whose rash decision and inability to stand up for what he knew his sister would want was the cause of the current situation. It didn't help that two of the very skilled benders were males that had feelings for Katara or that Toph didn't believe in what he had done. (And upsetting Toph scared Sokka more than anything.) The guilt he felt (on top of knowledge that his life may very well be in danger) caused a reaction in Sokka that to this day marvels those who hear about it; he lost his appetite.

A smirk played on Zuko's face as he gauged the reaction of the people around him, they all wanted to think themselves altruistic, insist they were worried about Katara; but the looks on their faces betrayed that. The "heroes" surrounding Zuko were all selfishly thinking of how this would affect them. He was right of course; Sokka didn't know what he would tell his father. Katara wasn't suppose to aware of the engagement yet. This would give her time to think of a way out of the situation. For once, Sokka was relieved his father was behind prison walls safely away from his son.

Haru was hurt because of his feelings for Katara, she had been a beacon of hope, an inspiration to him and now she and her light would be beyond him.

Aang was the most upset, the only reason he fought so hard was to win Katara's love and approval, and while he may have someday won it, her betrothal made it worthless. Katara would never be his and he still had to fight a battle he had lost all drive to win.

Toph was probably the most selflessly worried, though her years of being spoiled and catered to made her selfish by nature, (the thought of having to endure Katara's constant complaining about her husband was not something Toph was looking forward too) she did care about her friends feelings towards the situation, especially after the rash decision Katara had made the day before. Toph could see Katara and Zuko's deeds, so clearly in fact that Toph had climbed on Appa's back to remove the image from her mind.

The strange dreams Zuko had also played a role in his facial expressions. As he slept an oddly peaceful sleep his mind was filled with images of Kataras naked form. Memories of her cries and writhing ensured a stained bed and a morning erection so fierce Zuko was forced to spend an extra ten minutes in bed adding to the stain. While that had been nice, it had been nothing compared to the odd orgasm Zuko had experienced before bed, the most intense physical sensations he had ever felt had assaulted his body and he could not find the cause for nor imitate them again. (Even though he spent a good hour afterwards trying too.) It had been a good night and the display at breakfast added to his positive mood by the sheer humanity of his companions. For once he didn't feel like an outsider, there were all mortal and capable of error just as he was. Zuko felt more connected with them and he hoped they would soon feel the same.

Katara spent most of the day alone, she needed to gather bitter herbs and make the tea that would ensure she wouldn't be burdened with an unintended result of the previous day's activities. No one approached her; they all assumed she needed time alone. After drinking her tea, she decided to go to her room and rest, her hips were still sore and it hurt to walk.

In the courtyard, Zuko was training Aang in Firebending. A task that was exceedingly difficult as his pupil was overly distracted. The events of the past day had made Aang moody and emotional. The irony of the situation was not lost on Zuko and for the first time he related to and appreciated his Uncle's patience. Eventually, Zuko gave up and handed Aang over to Toph, the blind Earthbender would take no excuses and that's what the Avatar needed.

Wandering into a secluded area of the temple, Zuko decided to clear his head with some meditation. Dusting the cobwebs off some old candles, he lit them and then sat down; eyes closed Zuko concentrated on causing the flames to rise and fall.

Katara groaned as she felt heat rise in her body. Not just heat, but sheer physical lust and passion. In all her life, Katara had never felt so aroused. Her nipples hardened and became sensitive to even the lightest brush of her undergarments against them. The slightest friction of her thighs was almost painful as she attempted to adjust herself and figure out what was going on. Then the heat rose higher and higher, Katara buried her face in her pillow and bit down on the fabric to keep from screaming out. The most intense sensations were rising in her body, she wanted to scream in pleasure but others would hear her and think she was hurt, that was an embarrassment she didn't need. Katara screamed into the pillow, it was so amazing, and just kept getting more intense. It was almost as if something were rising out of her, higher and higher. After nearly half an hour of this amazing torture, she finally reached her peak and fell down into the aftershocks. She didn't know why, but Katara had been thinking of Zuko the entire time.