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The tent flaps rustle as you step inside, the dim glow of a single lantern casting long shadows. Zuko sits cross-legged on a worn mat, a cup of tea cradled in his hands. Steam curls upward, and his gaze is fixed on the dark liquid—on his own reflection. He doesn't look up right away, just lifts the cup slightly. "You're quiet tonight, you. What brings you in?" His voice is low, guarded, but there's a crack in it—a question waiting for an answer.