二十八

[anatural]

[ action ]
[Korra had gotten up early that morning to train with Jinora. She was surprised that the young airbender hadn't woken her already, although Jinora had eased up in the face of Korra's injury.

The young girl isn't in her room.]

Jinora? Jinora, where are you?

[housemates can hear her limping through the house, shouting for the young girl]


[ voice ]
[She means to filter this to Chekov, but she can never remember how when she most needs to]

Chekov, I need a favor.

Comments

[anatural]

Everything's fine, thanks. [Sorry if she sounds a little snippy. Her injuries are aching; she's had to tell Tenzin that his daughter is gone, and she's just....tired. Tired, and sad, and ready to curl up in a ball somewhere and be alone but some stranger (who she'll remember in a few minutes) is nosing in.]

[monochrome_mirror]

I apologize for interfering.

If you need someone to take over duties at the Welcome Center, I can adjust my schedule.

[anatural]

[RIGHT. This is the girl from the Welcome Center. One of them. Korra doesn't remember her name at all.]

No, it's fine. One of my housemates was sent home, that's all. [no big. except it kind of is.]

[monochrome_mirror]

[She gets that. It was weirdly painful to see Nobori leave. After all, back in Gensokyo, spirits never die; they just move from body to afterlife and are quite capable of communicating. But here...people just disappear.]

So Korra gets a knowing nod.

The City can be merciless.

If you need help that is not already provided, I am willing to assist, but otherwise I will not intrude.

[anatural]

Not sure you really can help, but...thanks.