[And Katara holds on to him until the pressure on her heart is eased by the crush of their chests, until her upset breathing evens, measured, matching his, until she's drawn as much reassurance from his steadiness as she could.
Eventually, her grip loosens and she begins to slowly pull back, more herself and far less raw than she had been.]
Thanks.
[Her gaze is lowered, a little embarrassed now, but not ashamed of her request or her actions.]
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Eventually, her grip loosens and she begins to slowly pull back, more herself and far less raw than she had been.]
Thanks.
[Her gaze is lowered, a little embarrassed now, but not ashamed of her request or her actions.]