Aang draws the staff back, away from Leon's hand. That isn't something he's allowed to touch. As much as he knows he's not supposed to care about material things, it's different in the Dreamlands. It's just like his orange glider, that got broken, and the reason that it's like that one instead of the blue glider he had later is that it's not really a staff, not really a solid object.
His real staff, he would let other people hold. They could steal it--even break it. Material things are fleeting, immaterial things are not. But in the dreams it is an immaterial thing, it's a reminder of his people, something he carries with him, something that gives him strength. It's a set of beliefs, the embodiment of precious memories, of a people long dead--now from a world that's lost altogether.
And those are his. Those he won't trust in the hands of just anyone. He has to be careful the Nightmare King doesn't set a trap for him, after all. That isn't to say that he won't let Leon touch it later, but he wants a sense of him first, before he trusts him with something that precious.
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His real staff, he would let other people hold. They could steal it--even break it. Material things are fleeting, immaterial things are not. But in the dreams it is an immaterial thing, it's a reminder of his people, something he carries with him, something that gives him strength. It's a set of beliefs, the embodiment of precious memories, of a people long dead--now from a world that's lost altogether.
And those are his. Those he won't trust in the hands of just anyone. He has to be careful the Nightmare King doesn't set a trap for him, after all. That isn't to say that he won't let Leon touch it later, but he wants a sense of him first, before he trusts him with something that precious.
"I woke up. In a room."
He looks everywhere but Leon.