[ He tries not to let the waspishness get to him. It's just the patented teenage sulkiness, with an extra Avatar-flavored dose of I Am An Adult And Can Handle Myself. The attitude reminds him strongly of how Pai could sometimes be -- headstrong, stubborn, sulking for ages without deviation. He draws in a slow breath, exhales with a resigned look, and gazes down at her, a flicker of lashes that hides his eyes and yet suggests a brief hint of gentleness. ]
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I'll be back once I've found a mage.