[There's quiet as she looks back up at him, trying to read the flash of emotion in his eyes, the twitch in his expression. Then she sees anger, white-hot and burning bright as magnesium, and Sypha's eyes go wide. Defensive. He abruptly jolts his shoulder away from her and she gasps out as the movement shoves her backwards against the wall, and as she regains her footing her hand comes up by instinct, ice magic flowing through her fingers and sparking alive for just one second as a turquoise ball of energy - but Zuko doesn't attack, just breathes through the hearth of pitched fury in his chest.
The magic dissipates and brings a wave of shame over her as she lowers her hand with the realization, still keeping guarded. But she understands, oh god she understands, now more than ever. She opens her mouth to speak his name when she pauses, realizes she still doesn't know it.]
...I apologize. I know it isn't pleasant to think about.
[But she'd rather him feel this now than later, when that fire has had even more time to build.]
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The magic dissipates and brings a wave of shame over her as she lowers her hand with the realization, still keeping guarded. But she understands, oh god she understands, now more than ever. She opens her mouth to speak his name when she pauses, realizes she still doesn't know it.]
...I apologize. I know it isn't pleasant to think about.
[But she'd rather him feel this now than later, when that fire has had even more time to build.]