Makes sense. It comes and goes when I call to it, so much that it's not really conscious.

[ the grungy twilight isn't the comforting orange he's used to from this time of day, and he squints in distaste as his eyes adjust. there's one last echo of running away again? from his reflection before the door swings closed with a thud. ]

Shut up.

[ uuugh. he pinches the bridge of his nose, quelling the irritation, before looking back to toph. she looks... a lot younger than expected, now they're outside. ]

Why did you come and check on me?