[Poor Ben. Katara tries to pull herself together, but there are still tears in her eyes. She sees him offer her his water bottle out of her peripheral vision and nods. She takes it, but she doesn't manage to take the drink. Her other hand curls into a fist at her side.
She exhales - breathe - and then does manage to take just one sip before passing it back to him.] I'll be okay, I'm just -- [Her eyes heat; tears are imminent.] That's so horrible.
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She exhales - breathe - and then does manage to take just one sip before passing it back to him.] I'll be okay, I'm just -- [Her eyes heat; tears are imminent.] That's so horrible.