The response was weak, Azula's voice faint. Ty Lee heard it but barely. That couldn't have been a good sign. "I thought I told you not to talk, Azula. Save your energy."

Focusing, Ty Lee tried to locate the disturbance, hopefully something she correct, if not...In a fit of inspiration, Ty Lee had brought along a bag with food and the "laptop". The community might help...a doctor or someone.

Ty Lee glanced back at Azula, gasping slightly. "White."