[Katara will find Newt sitting on the beach, leaned back with his hands in the sand so he can look up at the stars. Eventually, he'll head back and make the rounds, say goodbye to people, pass on his final theories, or... whatever. For now, he doesn't really care about any of that. The silence is nice. The breeze sweeping in over the ocean is nice.
It'd be a hell of a lot nicer if he could do this again tomorrow night, but, well. He'll take what he can get.]
It'd be a hell of a lot nicer if he could do this again tomorrow night, but, well. He'll take what he can get.]