[One foot unfolds, gropes for the floor. Makes contact. Rests against the tile.]
[More than anything, in the end, Toph trusts what she can "see." Heartbeats. Breath moving in and out lungs. The weight of feet against earth. She takes them both in -- their signatures unique, unmistakable.]
[And then grins, slinging an arm around both of them, half-up on her chair for a hug.]
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[More than anything, in the end, Toph trusts what she can "see." Heartbeats. Breath moving in and out lungs. The weight of feet against earth. She takes them both in -- their signatures unique, unmistakable.]
[And then grins, slinging an arm around both of them, half-up on her chair for a hug.]