Normally Azula hates being told she doesn’t know something almost as much as being corrected. It’s her stubborn pride and short temper.

But this place has been carefully chosen for it’s ability to keep her calm. Even sinking to her shoulders in hot water doesn’t stir up her hydrophobia thanks to how many times she’s been here. She lets her eyes drift closed and tilts her head back resting it on the edge of the spring.

“Then enlighten me please. I hesitate to pry into the lives of my tributes if only because you’ve expressed desires to keep such things out of the public eye, but if it’s going to influence how I see you then perhaps it would be more beneficial to fill me in more?” She offered hopefully.

Azula was hardly the type for gossip. Gathering knowledge was always more important to her then sharing it.