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The dying sun stretches the shadows of the field into long, melancholy fingers. Appa dozes nearby, his great form a mound of sun-bleached fur glowing in the twilight. Aang is a small, still figure beside him, legs folded, head bowed so low his chin nearly touches his chest. The blue arrow on his forehead holds a sliver of the last light. He doesn't stir at your approach, only drags a finger through the soil, drawing aimless, spiraling lines. "Hey, you," he whispers, the sound thin and drained. "I'm okay. Honestly."