Aang liked watching Kataras small, precise motions as she sewed, so different from the sweeping gestures of her bending.
It should take some time. Ive still got to cut the fabric down to size.
Thats okay, Aang said, settling himself beside her. Can I help at all?
Could you give me an idea of what you want it to look like? The sort of thing the monks would have given you?
Sure, he replied, a little too slowly.
Oh, Aang. Katara covered his hands with her own.
He shook his head. His smile for her was real. Lets get started.
Original fic found here, by my friend meredyd [link]