[Finishing that form, Katara lets the water return to earth and blows the hair out of her eyes with a frustrated breath. She's reached passed the limit she set for herself, that place of 'tired but still able to fight' and is pushing on towards exhausted. She should have been able to continue practicing for another hour or more. She's been trying to see how far she can push what she's used to being able to manipulate, and the fact that she can't gather and hold that much water anymore is frustrating, as is the amount of concentration and precision it now takes to do a simple water whip.]
There's got to be another way.
[And she shuffles off to sleep, completely unaware of her watcher.]
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There's got to be another way.
[And she shuffles off to sleep, completely unaware of her watcher.]