[Sypha isn't expecting the exposition, but she listens quietly, her thoughts racing a mile a minute. Holy shit, that's a lot to take in. This teenager has seen some horrific things, not that she couldn't tell by his scar, but it's somehow realer when he says it out loud. And it shouldn't be his place to fix some hundred-year war, but supposedly it is, and she thinks of her friend again. They're not the same, she can see that clearly, but maybe they're hurting in similar ways.]

...hey.

[Smooth, Sypha. She looks actively, genuinely worried for him, taking on some of Zuko's stress for herself. There really doesn't sound like a worse time for him to be whisked away here. She's trying to think, trying to absorb his story and figure out what she can say to ease some of his anxieties because he's clearly not going to be home by the end of tomorrow, but it's...a lot.]

I think I know what you mean. In a way. And I want to listen, figure out what we can do. But I get the feeling it might be easier for both of us if we find someplace where we aren't hemmed in by a crowd.

[She looks to her left, spotting the side of a building close by, draped underneath some neon signage. Free of wallflowers. She nods her head towards it.]

Someplace you can still see the dancers, if you'd like.