There's a long, long scrutiny at that- she doesn't even try to hide it, she's studying Kuvira, looking for something. Trying to understand something, to find something...

It was absurd. A woman of that ambition and drive, that power, reduced to this? Locked away in her own home, being badgered by scholars and trying to win forgiveness? And now, having somebody who- whether Azula agreed or not- had been judged as like her at her worst foisted upon her? It should have been misery. How could it possibly bring peace?

But... Kuvira was formidable, but she didn't seem like a liar, certainly not like Azula. Her strengths lay elsewhere, she guessed. Somehow- impossibly- she's telling the truth. She seemed genuinely content with her path, even now, even dealing with her.

Azula finally averted her gaze with a frown of frustration, sat down, and picked up her tea.

"I can warm it if I have to."

It was all the acknowledgement of the change of mind that she was going to give.