Mako was grateful that his sister was so understanding. She was smiling and still holding on to his hand, and Mako wished could just stop walking and hug her tightly. With her injury, though, that wasn’t a viable option, and instead he settled on the hand-holding as the two of them made their way back to the loft.
“I smell?” he asked, smirking to the comment that might have earned a jab coming from any other person. “Well maybe that’s because someone was giving me a hard time by being too good of a bender during practice,” he retorted, now finally feeling comfortable enough to joke again. He had to admit, though, a shower would do him some good after that workout.
Upon arriving, Mako took Bo-Lin’s training bag from her and set to work airing out their used gear. “Go ahead and wash up before me,” he said, opening a window to bring fresh air into the room. “I’ll take care of this stuff.” As always, he assumed his domestic roles without even thinking twice.
“Really? I really worked you that hard?” She asked her eyes sparkling with the praise she was getting from Mako. She was sure he’d joke and said she smelt worse. But maybe Mako didn’t want to bring up the burnt hair smell. Anyways when Bo went to help her brother it seemed that he wasn’t going to have any of it. Back to being the domesticated man he was and basically shooing his sister away for a shower.
So she made sure to grab a clean towel, and clothes that at least smelled clean and weren’t wrinkled from a small pile of clothing from her side loft before padding over to the small bathroom that their loft held. She hated undoing Toza’s hard work but the bandaging was going to have to come off.
After about fifteen minutes, Bo-Lin appeared from the bathroom in her usual going out trousers but with a tank top on instead of her shirt which was hanging off her right arm. In her hand was some gauze and the balm Toza had given her. She flushed lightly and looked at Mako.
“Um, Mako before you take your shower could you help me with this?” She asked motioning to her shoulder, the balm was easy but it was the gauze that needed two hands. Pabu, who had woken from his nap at the sound of water and ran to hide under the couch poked his head out and went over to the fire bender staring at Mako then at Bo-Lin.
Mako busied himself with chores yet again, this time choosing to gather their laundry to be cleaned once he had the luxury of time on his side. He was gathering worn shirts into a canvas laundry bag when he heard his sister’s voice calling him.
"Be right there," he said, dropping what he was doing to go over to Bo-Lin and help her out. Looking at the burn now, even with the salve and bandage, it had a long way to go before being healed. It’s all your fault, his thoughts reminded him, but he shook them away to focus on reapplying the salve. “This might sting,” he said gently as the balm-covered pads of his fingertipss barely grazed the surface of her skin. He held his breath as he carefully treated the skin, knowing that Bo-Lin would be shuddering at the pain despite how gentle he tried to be.
"There," he said as he put the lid back on the jar, "almost done." Mako took the gauze and gingerly placed it on her neck, wrapping it around with care that it wouldn’t budge or chafe her skin. The wrapping process brought him close to an embrace with his sister, and the thought to hug her did cross his mind, but he remembered that she was fresh from the shower and he still smelled like the gym.
"Alright, you’re all set," he said, stepping away from Bo-Lin and letting Pabu take his place by her side. He grabbed himself a change of clothes and headed toward the shower. "I won’t be long. Keep out of trouble," he joked as he left the room.