Azula was honestly exhausted. She should not have run off like that, and was in the middle of mentally scolding herself. The whole thing was completely straining.
Even with Cheng’s help, the amount of stress she’d put on her body that night was overwhelming. She was just so used to bring able to do whatever she pleased, and with little effort.
By the time the pair reached home, Azula ached all over. Particularly in the lower back region.
She thought about complaining to Cheng about it, but she figured that she’d already given him enough of an earful. So instead, with a wince, she eased herself down onto the nearest sofa—in a laying position and stared at the ceiling.
Cheng re-entered the room with a steaming cup of tea. He set it on the coffee table next to her.
She muttered a thank you and rolled onto her side. But that wasn’t very comfy either so she ended up on her back again shortly after.