Despite having said she wouldn't let him sleep ... Steph lets him sleep. She manages the fastenings, grimacing at the cold, and tugs sleepily at the pile of furs to get one around her shoulders before reaching for her son again to tuck him inside her tunic and let him latch on.

Crying subsides, and Steph resists the desire to just slide back down into sleep. She shifts around instead to lean against Sokka and stay at least a little bit upright.

Outside, there's soft footsteps, and then a shaft of moonlight as the tent fastening is opened. It's Nata, carrying a spear, obviously on watch.

"Do you need anything?"