It's much colder than Gotham ever was, that's for sure. And they've been in the Fire Nation's summer for months now; it's a shock to both of them.

Steph pulls a couple of layers of fur over both of their heads, and wriggles around until she can put her face near to Miki's on Sokka's chest and keep his tiny nose warmed by her breath. Of course, this means he'll spit up over both of them, but that's okay. She's getting used to smelling like baby.

(She loves it.)

"I like your people," she mumbles, putting hands up to make sure Sokka's ears are warm too. "Nice."