"So the Prison smells like my Father? How fitting." Ozai chuckled again, getting a kick out of her small smile and witty remark. They had reached the edge of the semicircle courtyard that housed the Prison and Ozai stopped to look up the Caldera’s rocky cliff. It towered above them just as he remembered when he used to climb them as a boy.
❝ Oh, so that’s what he smelled like? Zuko always used to tell me he hated having to go see his grandfather because he always had a unique smell that made him feel sick. I understand why now.“
Mai laughed lightly beneath her breath, continuing around the prison grounds until Ozai stopped. Her gaze flickered up over the cliff thoughtfully, then shifted back to Ozai.
❝ In the mood for a little rock climbing?”