Zuko's not a stranger to being randomly knocked from his feet. Toph had thrown a boulder at him on national network television to which no one seemed to bat an eyelash. Being hit by a ball of air while in the enemy territory is nothing in comparison.

Maybe he should know who it is simply due to his poor steering. He hadn't been a stranger to seeing Aang's own air balls, either. But it never occurs to him one of his closest friends will appear in the Drabwurld, not after Toph had seemingly left without so much as a goodbye — he still believes it to be a punishment for having failed his mission as High-Queen Morla's chosen champion, but the imps, and some of his newfound friends, had encouraged him to drop such a toxic thought and bury it within the earth of the metalbender's element — and luck had never been on Zuko's side. After all, he wasn't the lucky sibling.

Knocked from his feet, Zuko glances up at the perpetrator with an angry crease drawing his brows and a scowl on his lips. Even on his elbows, he's ready to send a burst of flame toward whoever it happened to be — fairy or Seelie soldier — when his entire face brightens up into a smile. "Aang!"