He steps forward and kisses her. It’s quick, almost violent, and before Katara can respond he has already pulled away. They are in full view of the crowd. The arena has gone silent.
“Everyone saw that,” she whispers.
“I don’t care.” And he leaves her, walking out from under the protection of the tiled roof to kneel on the sanded clay ground. In Agni Kai even bending a knee is done with pride.