[ Eyes widening with relief and mild fright, he dispels his flames so he doesn't forget how to keep them leashed and accidentally cook himself. Iroh is a magnificent firebender, every bit as deserving of his title of general as a man should be, and he knows he won't be caught in any stray blasts — but he winces a little when the lightning flares, all the same.
Exhausted, he leans back on the wall and wishes he had a greater level of coherency to appreciate the display. For the most part, he's just desperately reassured by his uncle's presence. His own flames aren't up to par; that much is evident when he punches a fireball at something small and deformed when it attempts to sneak up on Iroh, thin and wispy as a result of his affected breathing. ]
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Exhausted, he leans back on the wall and wishes he had a greater level of coherency to appreciate the display. For the most part, he's just desperately reassured by his uncle's presence. His own flames aren't up to par; that much is evident when he punches a fireball at something small and deformed when it attempts to sneak up on Iroh, thin and wispy as a result of his affected breathing. ]
Uncle!