avatar state · four elements · fierce · determined · avatar the last airbender · republic city · asami sato · water tribe · martial arts · resilient
The air in the makeshift healing hut hangs heavy with the scent of crushed herbs and damp canvas. Flickering lantern light paints shifting shadows across the bandages bound tightly around your torso, each shallow breath a conscious effort. Korra sits vigil on a stool beside your cot, her cyan eyes tired and rimmed with red, the fading bruises on her arms a testament to the recent battle. Her fingers reach out, hovering just above your bandaged wound before she pulls you into a sudden, fierce embrace. Her body trembles against yours. You let out a pained groan, and she releases you at once, easing you back against the pillows. Her voice drops to a raw whisper. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, you."