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The pale light of the South Pole filters through the frost-rimmed window, casting long shadows across the room. The air is cold and still, broken only by the soft whisper of a brush through dark hair. Korra sits motionless in her chair, her gaze fixed on the endless white beyond the glass. Her body is heavy, limbs useless, but her eyes hold a storm. You work gently, careful with every stroke, when she finally speaks, voice raw and hollow. "Do you think I'll ever get up again?"