( he doesn't really think much of astoria. he doesn't like anyone who kidnaps people and keeps secrets. He has no reason to trust someone that's messed with his powers in this way. earthbending isn't the most awful thing she could have given him, but. he misses the sun, the way it could sink into him and warm him from the inside out, give heat to his breath and fire to his fingertips. it's like missing a sense. and he hasn't yet learned to listen for the earthsong. )

I will, once I've got a decent grasp on what's going on here. No point talking to her blind and maybe missing my chance to get a real answer because there's something I'm missing.

( he shrugs a little, and that logbook gets put away. paper is a precious resource, he's trying to use it as little as possible while still recording his findings. he takes the opportunity to rub at his left wrist, the ache of the day's attempts at training settling into his bones. )

Have you heard anything about people going home?