( he sinks down onto the moss gathered at the edge of the pool. he is a city boy, born and bred. he has no love for ancient forests and wilderness, but he can appreciate them all the same. he reaches out and skims a palm past the water.
korra wants to heal him as penance. he knows how she wears it. he isn't cruel enough to turn her away, though the thought is there. he holds his hand out to her, knowing she will take it and pour over the palm. )
She restored flow of chi. I can bend with it again.
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korra wants to heal him as penance. he knows how she wears it. he isn't cruel enough to turn her away, though the thought is there. he holds his hand out to her, knowing she will take it and pour over the palm. )
She restored flow of chi. I can bend with it again.