Renne's different ways have always been something that Katara had to adjust to: it was never cumbersome, just different, and with Billy around she always felt like she had someone who would help her interpret what she didn't know.

For this situation, strangely enough, no explanation was needed. She could feel the warmth of trust and love coming from Renne, and at the same tome began to see it had a meaning, a message that only a few people might ever know. It was a situation where no words needed to be exchanged, just the exchange of feelings.

Hers rose like a pink blooming flower, opening to her friends, tendrils slowly encircling them. There was a look of serenity on her face, nothing but respect and love echoing from her body and mind in response.

Renne had no fear of ever having Katara hurt him, the same with Billy.