Bolin was giddy. He was peering from the flap of his tent, making sure that the prince would not be stepping out of the door.
For a short time, there was something like a mildly heated discussion. When it settled, Bolin was ready to face the disappointment that the plan did not work.
But the prince did not get out of the shack so that would only mean that he had been able to convince the princess. He took the small pebble that he got earlier that day and threw it to Feng's tent. It bounced off but his friend peeked out.
He gave a thumbs up. He could feel his lips stretching and he plopped down on his sleeping bag with a small smile on his face.
There was no guarantee that the prince being a human pillow would work. But at least they could already cross out that idea if it would fail.
