[ His words strike Zuko to the quick. He feels like Yvelon just read through him. He averts his eyes, scowling slightly as he looks away, transparent. He doesn't even have to admit they've been stealing, wearing masks in the night, shoplifting, even mugging on occasion. It's written all over his face, his body language speaks for him, like a puppydog with its tail between its legs. ]
...I'll tell her.
[ What he doesn't say says more than what he does. ]
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...I'll tell her.
[ What he doesn't say says more than what he does. ]