The rest of Toph's day went by in something of a blurry haze of meaningless non-events. Sokka returned with the rest of supplies, extra food and some safety gear, just in time for dinner. Neither of the men seemed very interested in talking, and Toph was a little too out of it to try and change that. The thought of what she and Sokka could possibly be doing tomorrow and the next few days just loomed over her like a hawk.

Before she knew it she was back in bed, this time without her boots. She was also wearing some of Katara's nightclothes, supplied by Sokka's snooping. They were a little too big but that made them feel more comfortable for her. It wasn't until she was lying in bed that Toph realized how stressful the day had been on her tired body. The soft cushion beneath her seemed to envelop her and soak up all the strain she'd been carrying internally. After a few slow cleansing breaths Toph drifted off into a dreamless unconsciousness.

The first thing Toph noticed when she woke up was that her nose was ice cold, which contrasted greatly with her toasty warm body. She hated having her nose that cold, it felt weird and it took forever to warm back up. Feeling lazy, she rolled over, wanting to bury it into her pillow. Instead she felt her body roll half way over the nothingness known as the edge of the bed.

There was just enough of her body still on the bed that Toph had enough time to grab hold of the covers and prevent her fall … if they had been tucked in. With the human sound of bewilderment followed instantly by a physical thud of impact Toph found herself, once again, on the floor of the guest bedroom.

Toph was still too tired to do anything but groan with frustration. Being face down on the floor was turning into a very nasty habit and it was going to have to stop. 'At least this time I'm not stuck' she thought, trying to console herself. She decided to just lay there a minute and warm her nose by pressing it with both hands.

Then there was a knock followed by the sound of a door opening. "You okay in here?" It was Sokka.

Toph buried her face down and moaned with embarrassment. 'Why? … WHY, in spirit's name did he have to hear that?!' she complained.

Sokka mistook the moan for one of discomfort and rushed over to the piled of blankets to help his friend up. Reaching around and under he felt Toph's body and started to pick her up, something didn't quite feel right but that registered a little too late.

Toph's embarrassment instantly turned to rage as the boy's hands grabbed the somewhat larger amounts of flesh around her torso. He'd gotten her off the ground just enough to get a leg under herself and she used that to charge forward, slamming the heel of both palms into his guts.

Sokka's body flew back and barreled against the door, slamming it shut. His figure curled up and cowered there on the floor. "I'm sorry, I-"

"GET OUT!"

Without even realizing he'd moved Sokka was in the hall hearing Toph's screaming "AND STAY OUT." As impossible as it sounded the only explanation he could think of was that he'd been so afraid that he melted through the door.