"What's your name?" Piandao sat beside his bunk, checking his equipment. He kept careful watch on the Water Tribe boy, who had wedged himself underneath the bunk and refused to come out. He did, at least, eat when Piandao left food out for him.

The boy didn't answer. He hadn't answered the last six times Piandao had asked today, either, or the thirty times over the previous three days.

Annoying, but he supposed it wasn't unreasonable. The boy was still a savage and didn't realize how grateful he ought to be that Piandao had rescued him from that life. He likely viewed this as an abduction.