For once, someone seems genuinely happy to see Azula. She waves and grins like one would at an old friend they trust and don't fear.
"I wouldn't trust him any more than anyone else around here."
"We should start packing."
"Won't it seem suspicious that we're leaving?"
"It might but these people don't have much to lose from going after someone and turning out to be wrong, and if you've been seen already they'll have some idea who to look for whether you do anything else suspicious or not."
"Right," she says with only a hint of clear distaste. "Okay. I'll start packing."
"Do you know enough now to keep practicing on your own?"
"I have to, don't I?"
"Have to? No. It's not safe to stay and it'd be a waste to give up. But I think we've established that I'm not going to stop you if you try to do something reckless, and I'd really rather not make you deal with going public before you're ready."
"I don't think I'm going to be more ready than I am now, without a teacher."
"Then we should go home and tell the authorities about you."
"Okay," Daira agrees, too easily.
"And if you're planning to do something you shouldn't, I'd think you'd know by now that you should tell someone who can spot you."
"I'm definitely not planning to go hear what the prince has to say and you definitely shouldn't come with me."
"Have an escape route in mind. Pack anyway, in case we have to run. Have you thought about where it'd be safest to meet him?"
"I said I would pack," she says. "Somewhere outside, maybe?"
He says sensible things which will not be quoted here.
Then she can finish packing, and try to set up a meeting.