Azula stiffened when she felt Ty Lee touch her face- just a couple unruly tears had escaped her eyes, and she wasn't sure if Ty Lee had felt them or not. She pulled away from her hand, leaning back towards Ty Lee and kissing her cheek (it made her lips taste salty) before burying her face against Ty Lee's shoulder. Her hand never ceased its circular motion on Ty Lee's back.

Ty Lee was here to make herself feel better, not Azula- Azula didn't need to be comforted; she had no reason to be sad. She wasn't sad. Ty Lee was the weak one; Ty Lee was the one who cried. Princess Azula never cried. Never.