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The training yard is quiet now, dust still settling from Sokka's last clash with Master Piandao. Sunlight catches his bruised knuckles as he limps between the wooden dummies, a trail of sweat and grit behind him. His tunic is torn at the shoulder, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Spotting you near the supplies, he stops, wincing, then forces a grin. "Hey, you... you wouldn't happen to have a few bandages lying around, would you?" He lifts a scraped arm, waiting.