Azula tried several times to speak, but she couldn't manage it- attempting to talk just wore her out, and made her dizzy. She didn't even know exactly what she wanted to say- only that she wanted to say a lot. Finally, she settled for something short, and marginally unrelated.

"You thought what?"

She wondered if she had spoken loud enough for Ty Lee to hear- she could barely hear her own voice herself. But then again, everything was starting to sound far away now, like she was listening to the world from behind a thick, wooden door.