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[Katara has never had issue with the beds in Paradisa. They were warm, comfortable, but as snug and content as she is in the blankets, she can sense that there’s something maybe just a little off. There’s pressure against her arm and side - something is cuddling her.

Momo isn’t in Paradisa. So what in the world —

She shifts just a little, groggily opening her eyes and looking to the side.

Oh. It was Joshua.

Joshua was cuddling her. Of course.]

[Katara flings herself back, knocking her journal off of the bedside table — and this is where it begins transmitting. She screams.]

What are you doing in my room? What are you doing in my bed? [Her voice just gets shriller and shriller.] Out, out, out, out, out!

[ And while anyone listening might expect just as loud of a reaction (After all this is a rather commonplace scenario here, isn't it?) from whoever is invading the poor girl's bed, instead there's just a soft grunt of irritation. He's half-asleep and not placing the voice, but the shriek sure sounds familiar. He mutters groggily, ]

Huh, Langley...?

Joshua?!

[Another shuffling sound, and the sound abruptly stops as Katara scoops the journal off the floor.]

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You could probably stand to go a little easier on everyone.

[But her tone is soft, non-confrontational, and Katara approaches the door again as Joshua turns away.]

Zuko? Zuko, are you still there?

[another purposeful breath--it really shouldn't be such a struggle--before he can answer]

Yeah.

[And she wiggles her fingers through the crack in the door at him, as if saying hi.]

He hasn't hurt me. He's not going to.

You can't tell what he's going to do.

[he doesn't look over]

Zuko. He doesn't have a reason to hurt me. He wouldn't gain anything from it -- and maybe I'm kind of annoying, but not enough that he's going to strangle me in my sleep or anything.

I'm fine. You don't have to worry.

[Her voice is gentle, coaxing.]