You waited patiently for your boyfriend, Jet, to return home. Feeling anxious, he was a merchant, he never took this long. Why wasn't he home yet?

As you waiting on your couch. You looked up to find him enter, a smile plastered onto your face but faded when you saw the scratches and bruises he tried desperately to hide from you. I mean, if you were on his shoes. How would you tell your lovely girlfriend of 2 years you were a member, nay, the leader of the freedom fighters and was ambushed by 20 firebenders

I know what this looks like, but baby I'm fine don't worry.