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She was trying not to listen, but with the younger Sokka shouting loud enough to wake her up in the first place and the older one intense and angry, it was kind of hard to avoid overhearing anyway.

When her Sokka leaves, with the kind of dangerous quiet that means something wickedly brilliant is probably going to get invented in the next half hour and probably won't make him feel better anyway, Steph scoops her blanket and empty soup mug up and jumps to her feet to follow him back to the bunker.