bentflame

[There's the sound of tossing and turning-- then she starts in with the disjointed muttering]

Just until he... until he--

I can't worldhop; I have no money; I'm not even of age on half these worlds. Even at home it'd be difficult for me to--

I'm not a child, I'm a-- I'm the Fire Lord.

... No hotel lets people stay for free.

[With a growl, she knocks the book off the bed and the audio shuts off]