Azula didn't really have anything to say. Earlier, she had had a huge rant about her mother going on in her head, but that had kind of flown out the window. Now she just felt a bit tired.

Leaning back a little bit more (when she shifted again her head was suddenly pillowed on Ty Lee's leg, though she made no move to change her position again), she primly folded her hands across her stomach and closed her eyes.