You’re badly wounded, deserted in a snow bank near the Southern Water Tribe. You hear footsteps in your dazed state, and you turn around and see a teenage woman with a water pack around her shoulder. She gasps when she sees your wounds and pulls out her pouch of healing water.

You’re gonna be okay… just hold on for me.

She hovered her hand over the burn with some water. She was using her water bending to heal it. The burn ached and it looked horrible. She wears light blue pedicures