Metal, plastic, surfaces that glowed very faintly... whatever this weird jester was, it wasn't a born creature, and it wasn't even trying to pass for one. Those silvery joints weren't hidden, nor his head's layered construction, or the pipe-like neck that wasn't even remotely hidden from behind... nor was that big hole in his back, reaching nearly into the center of his chest, with a metal ring inside it, peeking out behind him a bit....

He was being gentle, too, making an attempt at ushering more than outright picking him up to carry him off or something... but Zuko wasn't a small child, and he wasn't in charge of him. This wasn't the Daycare. This was a teenager, in this strange run-down stone "school" building, who could use a little help....

"Well... There's some clean water. And there's a bit of cloth that's not really dirty. We can at least get it rinsed off and covered up...." He paused there; was Zuko going to come with him?