Azula made a tut tutting noise, "But if you did it would be one less bit of boundless optimism you've lost." A light tease considering how they usually interacted.

"Go on then, tell big sister what cruel fate has fallen upon you now." Slowly out of the sand cool cushion rose under the former princness, and a flower bloomed large enough to act as an umbrella. Some kind of dessert wildflower in a deep purple shade.