[Katara's busy wrapping a matching sarong (because I found it while I was looking up the spelling for it and it's perfect, okay?) around her waist as she walks towards her abandoned picnic tableau, and so she's not really minding who she's walking by, since tying and folding things should really be done from a standing, not a walking position.
As such, she glances up, startled when addressed and therefore only mildly fussed at that horrible, horrible name, and being referred to in reference to someone else as opposed to her own person.]
THANK GOODNESS
As such, she glances up, startled when addressed and therefore only mildly fussed at that horrible, horrible name, and being referred to in reference to someone else as opposed to her own person.]
Oh. Thank you.