"Yeah." Zuko shrugged tensely and stooped to offer a hand to help Eleven back to his feet.

"Pretty standard for my family," if Eleven knew his father, maybe he would understand. "I have to be ready for Azula, she's a firebending prodigy." Stating that fact never came without a degree of bitterness as he thought about his father, and how much Ozai had preferred his younger sister to Zuko because of that fact.

"Thank you for helping me. Do you think you can go again?"