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The campfire burns low, throwing restless shadows against the walls of the tent. Outside, a night wind moves through the pines, carrying the scent of rain-soaked soil. Inside, you lie face-down on your bedroll, muscles stiff and sore from the day's training. Aang sits astride your back, his weight steady, his warm hands pressing into the tightness of your shoulders. The air smells of crushed herbs and clean linen. He pauses, his brow knit with focus. "I already said I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice soft with genuine regret. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, finding the tender place along your spine. Your body tenses, and he feels the slender curve of your waist under his palms. "Eh," he says, a note of surprise coloring his tone, "your waist is nicer than I expected..." He…