Buffy stepped back -- not willing to push for more than Sokka wanted or needed.

"You know where to find me if..." Her voice broke off. What else could she say, really? I'm sorry was trite. Condolences were for dead people. So she gave her friend's shoulder a squeeze and turned back towards the window.

"My suggestion? Go find something to hit. Just try to avoid breaking your hand. O-or don't. The pain might be a nice distraction."