But Sokka's more tired than she is, Steph starts to say.

... on the other hand, it's been a week, and already she's losing the urge to protest when offered help. Pride is a distant memory when neither of them gets more than three hours of sleep at any one time.

"...can walk w'you," she offers anyway, gathering the baby into her own arms while Sokka sits, smiling when his uncoordinated waving hand bumps into her nose and he blinks wide blue eyes in surprise. "Don' need sleep 'smuch." The little open baby-mouth gets a kiss before she has to give him back to his dad.