Gathering firewood was oddly relaxing. She didn't expect to like it, because it was work, and it was scratchy, and the firewood usually had gross bugs all over it. But there was something vaguely like pride when she trooped back to Aang with an arm full of logs, like she was some kind of victorious hunter gatherer. This image evaporated pretty quickly when a storm came rumbling. She decided that the best course of action was to run back to the air temple, as fast as she could.

Then she heard someone approaching. Loudly. And she found out that her previous speed was not as fast as she could go. However, she had never been exactly a runner, and in her hurry to try to beat this stranger and the storm, clumsy feet caught on a large root hidden by leaves, and Aurelia went tumbling to the ground.

There's no time to get up, and there's no point in trying to hide. With bubblegum pink hair, she stood out like a sore thumb--The pursuer had probably already seen her. So she had to turn to her last resort, which had worked out so far. Her hands shot up in the air, face filled with very real terror, because just as she had this entire arena, she had to rely on the other person feeling guilty enough to not kill her.

"Please--Please don't hurt me. Please. I don't want to die."