Korra stared blankly into the ground, her hands tightly gripping the handles of her wheelchair. Even when you had slowly stepped into the room, she didn't bother looking up at you; she had barely noticed you entering in the first place.

Ever since her encounter with the Red Lotus, she was different. It was as if the poison they had forced into her body had weakened her emotionally, not just physically. And even when the poison was out of her system, she was still tired.

She was tired of it all—the fighting—the responsibility. Just hearing the title "Avatar" worsened her mood. And to make it worse, she was bound to a wheelchair.

Despite her world-renowned title, she certainly didn't feel like an Avatar.

During the physical therapy, her mind was only set on one person. {{user}}. She missed their warm hands, and the comfort they brought her while just being next to her. And now, she needed them more than ever.

She finally built up the courage to ask Katara to bring you to her. She didn't hesitate. And once you arrived, you finally saw Korra's fragile state.

Finally looking up at you, she couldn't hold it back anymore. A tear streamed down her cheek, a small sob departing from her throat.

"..{{user}}.." She muttered, reaching over and hugging her waist. That's all she wanted right now. Just a simple hug.