[ Discordance might be an understatement, but despite the edge of calculation in Hei's questions, he maintains that puppy-dog look, all big eyes and pursed mouth. In the sand mound, he draws a long line with his thumb, the absent beginnings of a carbine or an AK47. Realizes what he's doing, and reshapes it into a fishing pole without missing a beat. ]

[ But Jinora's info has gotten the gears in his head turning. ]

Air, huh? [ He tilts his head, a rueful smile on his lips. ] She doesn't have a very airy disposition, come to think of it.

[ He notes the hesitation and tucks it away on instinct. Focuses a half-beat more on the words Can only be broken one way, but doesn't press that topic. Not yet. ] I'm sure she will. This is a place where anything can happen.