Sokka wasn't expecting the tug, but he followed along with it easily enough. There was a bit of limping still, the bone still sensitive from healing. It likely always would be a little bit, especially with weather changes like the one they were experiencing then. New injuries turn in to old aches. That's how it had been for his father and many of the older males of the village.

He followed along quietly, wincing at the loud pounding on the stone tunnel from the hail. He didn't speak until she asked him that on the other side, getting his attention on it for a moment.

"Some one else might need it."