[ Well, that explains it. It's a rush of conflicting feelings. What timing, indeed. Still, Zuko feels the same relief, knowing he can reassure her. But— disconcerting that time is even slightly off-kilter. It's a lot to take in at once. ]

The owl Spirit found me in my chambers after the fight. I— don't know if I made the right choice by coming here. I still feel torn. But I accepted the invitation.

[ There's a weight to his tone, second-guessing his own sense of timing. Was this his best judgment, if he really was about to take the throne? He still doesn't know how Aang's battle with his father turned out. But something in his gut told him to trust the invitation. Maybe it would help them win the war, grant him some spiritual wisdom that would help him lead his people. That was his hope, anyway. Now he's not so sure, ever since he stepped foot in this realm. His worry is clear in his voice, clear in his eyes... Did he make the right call? ]