"From what?" he questions immediately, his voice rising.

"No-one was really hurt; Katara made sure of that. There's no way I was recovering for more than a few days if something happened to me."

Now the thought creeps up on him - that she's implying that his scars that run over his neck and snake over his arm and chest are from that curse - and suddenly he doesn't really want to eat anymore. His face twists in disgust and he slides the pan over to the an inactive burner.