All Wet and Nothing to Wear

Sokka's eye gave an involuntary spasm.

His hands were gripped tightly and he was starting to become uncomfortable on his knees.

He was wondering how he had gotten here, soaking wet with no clothes on. This wasn't the best situation he had ever been in. He would rather be standing over and watching instead.

So, again he asked himself, how the heck did he end up doing something that was a woman's job? This was absolutely humiliating, he was a man, he wasn't meant for these kinds of things being asked of him.

So, why was he washing clothes again?