"I had just left the White Lotus Camp with Katara on the Day of Sozin's Comet. We were on Appa, on our way to the Fire Nation Capital. Then I woke up in outer space..."

He pauses, heavy, pondering, eyes seeking Appa's, the bison's gaze just as soulful as always, if not much, much smaller.

"I'm... sixteen. Or seventeen, I guess. With all this time away, I don't know anymore."

It's weird to admit aloud that he has no idea how old he is, or when his birthday might be anymore. Especially to an Aang who's— what, his same age now? It's all so surreal.