Nanashi stood back and watched as her pupil fought. She really was a fantastic fighter, but that wasn't what Nanashi was focusing on at the moment. What she was concerned with was the rage that contorted Katara's face.

She let Katara take it out on various enemies, watching silently. It wasn't until she began crying that Nanashi moved.

She came forward and pulled Katara into her arms, stroking the girl's hair. She made a soft hushing sound and gently kissed Katara's forehead. She didn't know who was gone, but clearly he must have meant a lot to Katara.