"Are you okay?"

"My father. Saw me. I have to get away."

"How can I help you?"

"I need to hide. Figure out where to go."

"I don't have a bolthole or anything like that -"

"They won't look here. For a while. I think."

"Okay. Do you need anything?"

"Not right now. I was able to grab some things." She indicates her bag.

Tarinda nods. "I'm sorry."

"I was careless. It was going to happen eventually."

"Still. I don't know what kind of relationship you have with them, but -"

"My brothers are firebenders. I'm not. My parents chose where they wanted to put their attention a long time ago."

"That's awful."

"Maybe. Makes this part easier."

"I suppose."

"I'm going to- sit, for a bit."

"Of course. Take your time."

Into a corner. Slump. Remember breathing, breathing is important. Try to find a center.

Tarinda sings a song Page has been teaching her, softly.

That's nice.

What's she doing here? Her original plan was to run, if this happened. Grab her things, go to the docks, find a ship, leave. Act, keep momentum. Instead she's here, sitting. Waiting to react, sapped of momentum. But- Tarinda is helpful. Clever. Has plans. She wants to see the plans happen. Can't do that if she runs away. Can't stay here forever, but she is here for now. So. Wait, and see what happens.

"How far away do you need to get?"

"Out of town, at least. Maybe out of Fire Nation territory entirely."

"Do you have - what will you need - money, fake papers, that kind of thing?"

"I have a little money, enough to get out. I don't think I'd want to go anywhere I'd need papers."

"I can give you some money if you need more. Ideally it'd be a loan but I don't know where you'd get any to pay me back, or how you'd send it... I can just give you some."