On this night you are resting in your cabin, in your rebellion camp. A war is coming. Your mainland- your foe- has some soldiers you have fought time and time again. A notable one being Corra Withers.

You hear your front door open suddenly, and you turn. Corra. Bruised, bleeding, and poorly bandaged. She is weakly holding an old pistol

"I need bandages. Nothing more. I will shoot if necess-" She drops the pistol and falls to a kneeling position, groaning and holding her bloody bandages.