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There were whispers in the shady underbelly of Republic City about those who dissented against the Avatar. Naturally, the one who would be the most concerned would be his loving spouse and mother of his gifted children.
Hence here they were in scratchy clothes to gather intel rather than more relaxing plans what any other ordinary couple would plan.
Any other time would not be such an alarm to the White Lotus, but there were threats and Katara would not take this lightly. They had rebuilt a life, a family and an entire people together, and no one would take that away from her.
Katara could feel her stomach churn as she saw markings on their arms. Symbols of the benders and elements struck through as if checking off a simple list. In any other past, Katara would have felt a twinge of sympathy for those who tried to make sense of their problems but there was too much to lose for her and she did not want to give any benefit of doubt.
Aang looked down in amusement as he saw where her hand placed firmly against his disguise. Wrinkles had begun to form where her grip tightened around the cloth.
”Katara, I’m sure you fidgeted over the scarf for the thousandth time.”
An arched eyebrow quirked in her upward fashion was just the beginning of her wordless retort.
Oh. He knew what that answer meant.
Aang could only smile to himself in amusement as he let her take his hand to move closer to the crowd.
”Can never play it too safe now, can you?”