Ty-Lee shifted under the covers, smelling the delicious aroma of frying fish and piping hot soup. It took her a moment to realize where she was, and why the floor under her was so hard. She wasn't at home, but in a high-security prisoner, snoozing on the floor next to Azula's cell.
She sat up, flexing her stiff back. Ugh. Her aura wasn't feeling particularly pink this morning, that was for sure.
She was unpleasantly surprised to see Azula already awake and looking at her -- there are few things more unsettling than realizing that girl's been watching you in your sleep -- but tried her best to look cheerful anyway. "Mornin', Azula."
"So, it wakes," the ex-Fire Lord sneered. "Why are you even still here? I thought I made myself clear. You're unwanted."
One of the guards entered with two trays of food, setting one in front of Ty Lee, and slipping the other through a slot into the cell. Ty Lee nodded at it.
"I asked them to make better food -- I hoped you would have breakfast with me..."
"Why would I do that?" Azula growled. "You didn't do what I asked. After all that garbage about treating me as your Firelord, you weren't even willing to fulfill the simplest request."
Ty Lee gulped. Her voice quivered, but she met Azula's gaze and spoke clearly.
"Azula, I did say you could be my Firelord while I was here. But being Firelord doesn't mean what you seem to think it means. It doesn't mean being some sort of -- of god, or something. You think your brother is spending his time humiliating all his former enemies?"
"Maybe. He certainly did it to me."
"Azula, he spends most of his time in boring meetings about the future of Fire Nation relations with the rest of the world, or reading piles of paperwork, or--"
"How Zuzu chooses to waste his time is no concern of mine," Azula said coldly. "Things will be very different when I regain my throne."
"All I'm saying is... I... I just wanted to eat breakfast with an old friend." Ty Lee sniffled. "Like we used to, remember?"
She picked up the fish and bit into it. It was delicious -- and she could tell the heavenly smell was affecting Azula, whose was starting at her and trying hard not to drool. Even for a woman of her willpower, keeping up this hunger strike had to be taking its toll.
"Oh, fine," Azula spat. "If it'll stop you looking at me with those big eyes of yours. I suppose if I don't have it, you'll stuff both helping down by yourself, and you're fat enough already."
She picked up a handful of rice -- she wasn't allowed to have utensils -- and stuffed it in her mouth. She ate with as much dignity as she could muster, though Ty-Lee could see that her aura was going mad; she was probably having to restrain herself from just cramming the food in her mouth willy-nilly.
"It's good, isn't it?"
"A step up from the usual slop," Azula grudgingly admitted. "I suppose it won't do my subjects any good if I starve myself to death..."
Ty Lee beamed. "That's great, Azula! I'm just glad you ate something, you know?"
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