[ Toph is trying to help, feels unequal to the task -- not a familiar feeling for her -- but is determined to try anyway. That's what you do for friends, who are people who accept you wholly as you are, unlike family. In a funny way, Ange's story tracks completely with Toph's general worldview, except for the part where it always ends dismally, tragically. That doesn't seem right. It seems like there should be a glimmer of hope in there, somehow. ]

Well-- [ She falters momentarily, then suddenly gains strength, sounding much more like herself again. ] I can't promise I won't die or disappear, but I can make you something. Even if I'm gone eventually, it doesn't mean I was never here.

[ Toph herself has a steadfastness similar to the earth itself, an enduring solidness that defies change. Maybe she'll leave sometime, beyond her control, but her feelings for Ange won't change inherently just because she isn't here to express them.

She steps back and takes Ange's hand in her own insistently. ]

I have an idea. Let's go find a jewelry store. Don't argue with me, just come on! [ She pulls at her to take off immediately, already anticipating Ange wanting to stand around and wallow in emotion rather than doing something about it, which is the Toph special. ]