By popular demand, I'm making a second epilogue This actually very beneficiary to me because I really want to make a similar story based off of Legend of Korra, and I wanted to carry things over from this story.

Her dark hair fanned out around her on the coral-hued pillows. Yesterday's tea, now cold, sat untouched on a tray that was perched atop the bedside table. Next to the tea sat a bundle of fire lilies and lotus flowers - her favorites. The bedroom that had once belonged to the deranged princess was now cluttered with the bouquets and letters from her friends that dated back to a year and a half ago. She remembered screaming when she woke up, terrified and confused as to why she was in this room of all rooms.

She was under constant watch by command of the Fire Lord. She'd only been awake for a week now, and she was so overwhelmed with attention that she was beginning to miss her coma.

The door creaked open and revealed a group of Fire Sages and Water Tribe healers, followed by Bao and the Avatar - who'd, once again, changed quite a bit since she'd last seen him. Then again, so had she. Her hair was somehow longer, and she was dressed in a red, satin robe. She shuddered at the thought of who had undressed and redressed her.

Bao sat on the edge of the large bed, taking her hand in his as the Sages and healers began their work on her. "How are you feeling, Saki?" He asked. His thumb circled around her knuckles gently as he spoke.

"Like I've been asleep for almost two years," she smiled weakly.

The Avatar laughed, "I know the feeling."

Saki looked at Aang, and her smile widened a little. "How are the others, Aang?" She asked.

"Eager to see you," he nodded. "We never did get to thank you for what you did. If you hadn't...you know... Sokka and Toph wouldn't be here, and we might not have defeated the Fire Nation. Thank you, Saki, for your sacrifice."

Bao cut in, "That was incredibly reckless, Saki. You could've died."

"I know," she said. "I was willing to take that risk." She looked into Bao's sad eyes. "I'm fine now, and that's all the matters."

"Must you two bombard her so soon?" A voice rang through the room, a teasing tone. "She's only been awake for a few days." The girl's stomach flipped at the sound, a familiar feeling of longing returning. Saki had not seen the Fire Lord since they'd parted ways before his confrontation with Azula.

Bao tensed. He still felt uncomfortable being in a room with Saki and Fire Lord Zuko at the same time. It always resulted in him being caught in a compromising situation. He stood up, at attention, and let go of Saki's hand.

"Fire Lord Zuko," Aang bowed in respect.

"Aang, please," Zuko smiled. "We're friends. You don't need to be so formal."

Saki smiled at the sight of her friend. "Zuko," was all she had to say to brighten his smile. Everything about her made him feel like there was hope in the world, now more than ever. He'd been so close to giving up - so close to accepting that she was not waking up again - when Bao had come running, frantically trying to explain that Saki had woken up screaming.

"Hello, Saki," he smiled. He waved dismissively to the Sages and healers, who bowed and exited without a word. "I'm so happy to see that you're okay."

"Not happy enough to visit me before now," she said with a crinkled nose, but she quickly began laughing softly as the Fire Lord blushed.

The Avatar laughed, looking at Zuko. "I've never seen you blush before."

Aang was right. Zuko hardly ever blushed... Until it came to her. She was the only one who knew just how to get under his skin and push his buttons. He flashed a smile at his friend, then at the awkward soldier. "Could you give us a moment alone, please?"

Both young men nodded and complied, and left the room.

"Avatar Aang," Bao's voice shook. "C-Can I talk to you?"

Aang nodded with his friendly smile. "Of course. What's the matter?"

Bao fiddled with the sleeve of his armor, pulling out a blue ribbon. On it, an opal dangled, the Water Tribe insignia and water patterns carved into it. Aang quickly recognised is as a betrothal necklace, and he grinned. "I... Um... I want to give this to Saki," Bao stuttered. "Katara helped me make it a few months ago."

"It's beautiful, Bao," the Avatar said. "But, what's the matter?"

The soldier looked down at the necklace in his hands. The stone glinted as it moved, resembling the reflection that was made when light hit water. "What if she says no?"

"You had us all worried," Zuko sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I understand why you did it... But why didn't you save yourself?"

Saki thought for a moment. She shrugged, "I didn't really think it through, I guess." That was lie. She still had a bad habit of that, she'd noticed. Truth be told, she had thought it through quite a bit. She'd accepted it, she'd embraced death. Though it had ironically rejected her. But she didn't want to talk about that. She smiled at her lifelong friend and patted the space next to her on the bed, indicating that she wanted him with her.

Zuko chuckled. "We aren't children anymore, Saki."

"Then humor me."

Zuko smiled and climbed into the oversized bed, lying beside his best friend. "I should tell you," he said. "Katara and I were very upset with you."

"Why?"

"You broke your promise," he frowned. "You said you'd come back unharmed." Saki opened her mouth to speak, but Zuko interrupted with a smile, "It's okay, Saki. I broke my promise too."

Without needing to reiterate, he began undoing the fastening of his robe to reveal the large scar in the center of his chest. Saki sat up abruptly, wide-eyed and jaw ajar. "Zuko..." Instinctively, she touched the redness of the mark. "How did this happen?"

"Azula shot lightening at Katara," he recounted. "I dove in front of her and redirected it."

"Zuko, you could've died!" Saki scowled.

"Then we're even," he smirked. "You risked your life for a friend, I risked mine. We both could've died, yet neither of us did. We've defied all logic."

Saki pouted. She couldn't argue, nor was she in any position to scold him. She sighed and leaned over to kiss Zuko's cheek, just below the scar on his face. "Congratulations," she said, laughing at their recklessness. "We've invented a new kind of stupid."

Bao took a deep breath. It was now or never, and what was the worst that could happen? She could reject me, he reminded himself. That's the what could happen. She could say no, and then you'll have to live with that. He was pacing in front of her door, waiting for the Fire Lord to leave the room.

Bao thought about that last time he'd spoken to Saki, how she'd kissed him before running away. Something could've changed since then - she could've fallen for the Fire Lord. He wouldn't have been surprised; the two were inseparable ever since the day she'd come to the palace. He remembered growing up wanting to meet her, feeling thrilled when he had been granted his older brother's position as a guard in the palace.

Fire Lord Zuko appeared in front of him, looking at Bao curiously. Bao ceased pacing, necklace still in hand. Zuko noticed the necklace and smiled. He gave Bao a silent nod before leaving to attend to whatever business awaited him.

The soldier took another deep breath in relief. He took a step into the room and was greeted with Saki's smile. He returned the smile, ready for whatever answer she would give.

"Saki," he said as he approached the bed, "I'd like to ask you something."