Zuko had no idea what the man said but pointing at something generally meant that was it important, and already he was trusting that the man was trying to accomplish the same things.

Funny how this idea of a "legion" got inside your head a bit. It wasn't as if he felt any true loyalty to the rest of them -- not when his friends back home and their cause were so important -- but he still felt inclined to trust that anyone else also wearing the ring at least had their priorities straight.

Maybe that was the point of having a team, of having them swear an oath, of rings signifying what they all were. They didn't need to be unified by loyalty. All they needed was to be united in a dedication to doing what needed to be done, regardless of their individual reasons for doing it.

So he trusted that the pointing meant something, and he trusted that rolling the strange thing towards the man would do something.

It took all of the strength he had to reach it. Anytime he tried to raise himself on his elbows, it felt like his ribcage was being compressed -- so much that the world was going a little black around the edges.

But Zuko reached it and managed to get it moving. It rolled slowly but eventually reached Feanor. Now Zuko could only hope that he had a good idea of what to do with it.