[Rabbithole: South Pole, midnight-ish the night of Steph and Sokka's arrival]

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The baby hiccups and starts to sob, and for a moment, Steph isn't sure where they are. The cold that bites down as she struggles sleepily to a sitting position and tries to comfort the baby one-handed while undoing her leathers with the other is her first clue -- South Pole -- and then the softness of the furs beneath them, rather than the rocky floor of the cave they've spent the week in. Southern Water Tribe.

It's late at night, but they're at Sokka's home. More detail than that can wait until her head isn't so muzzy. The toggles on her clothes are about the limit of her ability right now, with a hungry wailing baby tucked in the other arm.

A hungry, wailing Miki.

This is Steph's happy-face again, sleep-deprived or not.

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With his hand still settled over the baby, Sokka groans when the crying starts, and again when Steph moves and he can't feel baby or woman anymore. He blinks slowly, rolling over onto his back to yawn and reach for Miki while Steph fumbles with her clothing, almost by rote. They've been doing this for a week by now, after all, which is why once Miki is settled on his chest with his hands over the tiny body to hold him steady, Sokka-- starts snoring again.

Quieter, though.