When he had allowed her to finally set up, she had simply began brushing herself off with a light frown. She couldn't argue against his skill or efforts. He was clearly the victor and she would simply need to work harder to improve. That's what bending was about after all.

Then a hand cupped her cheek and naturally she had to look over. He was still talking food and she would have dismissed him if he handed sealed off her lips in the next moment.

It was all Eska could do to sputter in the moment he eventually removed his lips from hers. "I am not a meal!"