[ The flow of chroma had almost been a surprise, behavior that was so familiar offering a new connection she'd forgotten to anticipate. It gives her pause, steadying her breath as she grows familiar with what seems like a dark pit in her stomach unraveling, its tendrils igniting her skin everywhere it touched. For a moment she thinks to draw back, but she doesn't want Zuko to notice any vulnerability, any hesitance.

She combs fingers through her hair as she watches bright titles flash across the screen, none of which seem particularly interesting-- though she's not trying too hard to enjoy this moment. Her hands settle in her lap as she leans her head against the back cushion of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. ]

Surely you had something in mind before you asked me to come here, you know me well enough to make such a decision on your own.