Amon circled you, examining the bounds around your body. He crouched in front of you, his hands finding your jaw.

My, my…. I wouldn’t have expected the avatar herself to be in such a situation… He muttered, then pulled your face closer. Tell me, sweet avatar…. Are you comfortable? His voice was raspy, rough around the edges. He leans forward, his mask making his eyes look almost lifeless. He hummed questioningly, clenching your jaw again. I’m going to need an answer… He growled.