"I wouldn't have let it fester, Uncle... It only happened like an hour ago," he says with a roll of his eyes as the man set about to tending the bite.
Zuko winces slightly when Iroh touches it directly, but there's something soothing just about the way Iroh touches him, so familiar, so comforting, so caring, and it puts him in a bit of a wistful mood. When Gokudera and Zuko fought shortly after Zuko's arrival in this world, the bomber did a number on the firebender by not fighting fair, as Zuko saw it then. He jumped out of the shadows and decked him in the face once; and then later on blinded Zuko with his light magic and decked him in the face again... Which wouldn't be so bad were it not for that the mafioso wears a shit ton of tacky jewelry all the time and has fat, ornate, metal rings on nearly every finger, which had dragged deep gashes across Zuko's cheek and jaw and landed him with a right shiner on his good eye. He'd also been hit by a bomb and thrust against a tree by his familiar with great force, which left his neck, back and both his shoulders fucked up. And to gauge exactly how badly he'd been hurt, it was Nurse Azula who tended his wounds immediately that night upon his return home, which she did with a much less tender touch and many harsh words... Such a contrast now to having his uncle here, tending a wound caused by her dragon. Zuko's still furious with her about Ursa, though he'd chewed things over enough to go back to his own apartment, at least. But he can't help but draw an unnerving parallel between these two moments he's had his wounds tended in Avalon. It drew him back, too, to Iroh tending his wounded eye in the weeks after his banishment; and the time Iroh helped tend his wounds after the assassination attempt made by the pirates blowing up his ship; and the time he was sick in Ba Sing Se; any and every training accident, pulled muscle, burning mistakes, Iroh was always there. This time, all just for the love of a tsungi horn... and Azula. The symbolic thought of these two foils in his life draws a silence from him for a spell, letting Iroh do what needs to be done. Zuko gazes off into the distance of the room and not really seeing... There's always so much on his mind.
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Zuko winces slightly when Iroh touches it directly, but there's something soothing just about the way Iroh touches him, so familiar, so comforting, so caring, and it puts him in a bit of a wistful mood. When Gokudera and Zuko fought shortly after Zuko's arrival in this world, the bomber did a number on the firebender by not fighting fair, as Zuko saw it then. He jumped out of the shadows and decked him in the face once; and then later on blinded Zuko with his light magic and decked him in the face again... Which wouldn't be so bad were it not for that the mafioso wears a shit ton of tacky jewelry all the time and has fat, ornate, metal rings on nearly every finger, which had dragged deep gashes across Zuko's cheek and jaw and landed him with a right shiner on his good eye. He'd also been hit by a bomb and thrust against a tree by his familiar with great force, which left his neck, back and both his shoulders fucked up. And to gauge exactly how badly he'd been hurt, it was Nurse Azula who tended his wounds immediately that night upon his return home, which she did with a much less tender touch and many harsh words... Such a contrast now to having his uncle here, tending a wound caused by her dragon. Zuko's still furious with her about Ursa, though he'd chewed things over enough to go back to his own apartment, at least. But he can't help but draw an unnerving parallel between these two moments he's had his wounds tended in Avalon. It drew him back, too, to Iroh tending his wounded eye in the weeks after his banishment; and the time Iroh helped tend his wounds after the assassination attempt made by the pirates blowing up his ship; and the time he was sick in Ba Sing Se; any and every training accident, pulled muscle, burning mistakes, Iroh was always there. This time, all just for the love of a tsungi horn... and Azula. The symbolic thought of these two foils in his life draws a silence from him for a spell, letting Iroh do what needs to be done. Zuko gazes off into the distance of the room and not really seeing... There's always so much on his mind.