Hello, my lovely readers! I present you with my second Zutara one-shot. Enjoy and review!

As she sat on the soft grass with the silent wind blowing, sending chills through her trembling body, Katara kept replaying her mother's death in her head. She bowed her head and wiped at the few tears that she let escape during her thoughts. Each scream faded into the back of her mind but really didn't seem to go away.

It was only yesterday night that she had confronted Yon Rha, searching for closure; it had also been last night when she had used her bloodbening in order to find Kya's murderer, something she had promised not to. She let another tear run down her cold cheek.

I can't believe I was that close, Katara silently thought with furrowed eyebrows. I let my anger take control of me!

Upon chastising herself on her uncontrolled emotions, another thought made her half-heartedly smile.

It had only been just this morning when I forgave Zuko. It seemed strange to her that it all happened so fast; she and Zuko were friends now. Just a few days ago she was yelling at him for all of the things he had wronged.

These feelings are just a mess right now. She choked back a sob as once again the image of the Southern Raider bent in the form of his blood being manipulated. She shook her head and let the tears run.

A hand was then on her shoulder and she gasped, startled at the touch.

She met two golden suns, one slightly hidden from the squint his scar had caused.

She sighed and turned her head back towards dark, indigo sky. She felt a slight warmth radiating next to her and she took it he sat down. She felt a shiver run down her chilly back at the sudden temperature invasion, though she did not mind it.

There were a couple moments of the sound of the cold wind beating against the two benders before Zuko spoke, "I bet she was a wonderful woman."

Katara let out a quiet sob and turned to give him a sad smile. "She was."

For a second, Zuko hesitated, but then he grasped her hand and gave it a small squeeze. "So is my mother," he said with a sad voice not lacking in truth.

Katara turned to glance at him from the corner of her damp eyes. He was looking ahead with an unreadable expression, but she could tell from his words and his voice that he was hurting. She gave him a small squeeze.

"Thank you," Katara whispered faintly.

He turned his eyes to hers, "I still have a chance of finding my mother; this was your closure - this was for you, Katara."

Her lips turned upward into a small smile. She laid her head against his shoulder, immediately feeling the firebender's warmth. She sighed and silently laughed to herself.

In the middle of a war, I actually feel content, Katara thought ironically, wiping her stinging cheeks from the remnants of her tears. And with Zuko of all people.

"Zuko?"

"Hmm?"

"When all of this is over, I want to help you find yours," Katara said softly.

Zuko stiffened under her head. She heard him ask almost disbelievingly, "You will?"

Katara hesitated for a moment but then replied immediately, "Of course. We're friends now." She said that almost as a question but it didn't feel strange to her; somehow, it felt right.

She felt Zuko shift and she looked up at him only to find disbelieving eyes and parted lips as if he were trying to speak but couldn't. "We are?" He managed to croak.

Katara smiled and wound her arms around his middle. "We are now," she affirmed.

Zuko was at first astounded of the new friendship, having just recently been forgiven, but all at once, he found that he liked it and returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around the waterbender and resting his chin on her head.

Katara inwardly sighed as she soaked up his warmth, not wanting to let go.

"Thank you," Zuko spoke gently, his whisper sinking slowing into the cloudless night of rushing winds and warm bodies.