Katara hung back a moment. What was the right thing to do in this situation? She definitely wanted to help him, but he was telling her not to, and she could see that this transformation was hurting him, or at least doing something to him against his will. She didn't like to think about that: it reminded her too much of blood bending and how it forced her to make people do that.

"Please," she said softly, "I can help." She walked one step toward him. What could she do? She didn't want him to suffer alone.