Either Miki is tiny or Sokka's hands are big - either way, he's grateful that he can settle a hand over his son's back and hold him steady enough to wave back at Issa, smiling. He doesn't walk toward the women, though, letting them have their time alone.

Besides... he's in the middle of his village and the stars are out.

"When I was little," he whispers to Miki, grinning a little when the baby gurgles again, "my dad used to tell the same stories over and over again. Really long, rambling stories about the stars and stuff I basically already knew, he was just talking.

"If you're lucky, maybe I'll do the same for you."