"If it's lucky, then I'll make the braids extra nice." He giggles softly as he weaves the flower in her hair. Aang, while he's been learning fighting styles his whole life, is at heart a kind sentimentalist, and the gentle way he handles her reflects that, as if it's just instinctive for him to never cause pain.

"We're I come from, people only have black or brown hair. Gray or white too, if you've gotten old or a spirit has touched you. I never saw orange or yellow hair before I got here."