⟪ she smiles her most shit-eating smirk when he calls firebending a trick, but then, he's agreed to go into the rat's nest with her now. he'll see a little more firebending in there.

that said: colour her mildly impressed. he's obviously not a bender, and he's not a fighter the way the guards and soldiers back home are, but he is swift, and efficient, and gets his part of the deal done quickly and without any whining. so you know azula gives the rat-blasting her best effort in return.

once out, he tosses one of the most priced heirlooms of her nation at her as if it's nothing at all, and she catches it, because she's been trained to fight since she was old enough to stand. can't hold a conversation to safe her life and hasn't managed to find anything to eat other than jelly beans she arrived here, but that's neither here nor there. ⟫

You do have manners. ⟪ she lifts up the hair piece, and then realises that she'll actually have to do her hair half-up if she wants to wear it properly, which she has to. it's all part of her duties now. ⟫ Azula. And I'm not the princess anymore, not with this. I was always meant to be crowned Fire Lord...

⟪ trailing off what seems like mid-sentence, she takes a couple steps towards a glass storefront, to see her reflection and to try and figure out the hair problem. ⟫

What about you? You're not a soldier. ⟪ she's half-hoping for clues in the pile of stuff he grabbed for himself. ⟫