Out of Reach

Azula slipped away from the bars as Ty Lee slid her hands through them. She paused.

“Azula,” she whispered, “please. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Azula said nothing, the suspicious gleam never leaving her eyes. Ty Lee pulled her hands back through the bars, Azula’s gaze following them until they were resting in Ty Lee’s lap. Apparently satisfied that the bars would keep them separate, she crawled into bed and disappeared under the sheets.

Ty Lee bit back a frustrated sigh. Once again, Azula had slipped out of reach.