[ Mako snorts. He should've figured that question was coming, really. ]

Just the ice. Believe me, I tried. The sand stayed put, and I definitely can't airbend. Or even waterbend. I don't think it's the same thing. It probably has something to do with my blood. Did I show you that?

[ They are, maybe, thanks to Mako, walking quite quickly up from the boardwalk all strung with lights. The sun has started to sink low and red into the west behind them, staining all the wood the color of blood. Mako can feel it on the back of his neck and he can feel it even more in his belly, tugging in a way it never did before. ]