Asami didn't want to laugh at the idea of Airi being harmed by her own abilities, but the thought was a bit of an ironic one. Here they were, in a city full of non-benders furious at benders for using their control over the elements to supposedly gain the societal upper hand, and yet right before her sat an example of when the non-bender prevailed over the bender. It may only be a scuffle between siblings, but it was symbolic of something greater. Much as people seemed to believe otherwise, being a bender did not automatically equal power and being a non-bender did not automatically equal weakness. That wasn't to say that Airi was weak; it simply shattered the notion that benders were by nature all-powerful forces of intimidation.

When Airi pulled her glove away to reveal her scarred arm, Asami felt her gut tighten, though she kept her facial expression the same. Sometimes it was hard to remember that firebending wasn't merely a tool of destruction, given the history of the Fire Nation and Asami's personal experience. She knew that any form of bending could be used as a weapon, and firebending was like all of the other bending arts in that it could also be used to help people. Seeing the damage it could do right in front of her, though, made remembering that difficult. It forced her to think of things that Asami generally avoided dwelling on. "That looked like it hurt," she said sympathetically. "It's sweet that your brother worries about you, though. That just means he cares." Having a worrisome family member could be tiring, but it was comforting at the same time. It only verified the fact that that person harbored a deep love.

The dark-haired girl finished off another cup of tea as Airi recounted her experience in the pro-bending arena. This was something that Asami never disliked focusing on. She could rant and rave about pro-bending all day if given the opportunity, though most didn't share her interest to such a degree. "That's right, the tournament," she recalled as she loaded up another bite of her meal. The annual tournament was both an exciting and depressing time; she loved watching the best of the best battle for the title, but it also marked the ending of the season. It was sad that Airi's team wouldn't be playing again until next season. She would have liked to see them play, now that she had met the girl. "You should let me know when you'll be playing again next season, it would be amazing to watch," Asami grinned. Watching a match in general was enjoyable, and even more so when someone she personally knew was playing.

Airi's question caused Asami to slightly twist her face in consideration. She couldn't remember not being a pro-bending fan. The sport had fascinated her even as a child. "About forever," she laughed quietly. "I've loved it ever since I was a kid. My father took me to my first match years ago and I've been hooked ever since." What had started out as some father-daughter bonding had morphed into a lifelong love. If only her father had known what he was getting himself into when he brought her to that match. "What about you? How long have you been playing?" Airi looked roughly her age, if not slightly older, so Asami couldn't imagine that she had been playing for too long. Of course, there were pro-benders as young as sixteen competing in the sport, but that wasn't necessarily common.