Zuko was taking a break from attempting to free whatever spirits-cursed object was lodged in the muck of his uncle's disgusting shoe, taking a long walk around the outskirts of the clearing around the school. Stretching his legs helped him to clear his head, he was finding himself better at that as of late, since the rain. His memories were still fragmented, but he was starting to at least be able to put enough of them together to know that that is what they were. He had somehow gained a few months of time from back home, without ever having left this Agni-forsaken Isle.

He sighed, the walk shifting from meditative to claustrophobic as he began circling for the third time. Fires and ash this place was too small. He turned back towards the school, freezing mid-step as he noticed a figure standing precariously close to the edge.

He started forward at a jog. Getting closer revealed the person to be unfamiliar, but that didn't mean Zuko wanted to watch him fall and very likely end up getting hurt.

"Hey! Don't stand so close to the edge!"