Pema hadn't known what to feel.
She watched as Lin tore apart those airships. Pema thought she was so brave to do that for her family. But she'd also watched when she had been captured, tied up and taken to Amon.
As they flew across Republic City, nobody uttered a sound. All except for Rohan, that is. She knew she should have been happy. The woman had just given birth after all. But she knew that her child had been born on a dark, dark day. Amidst of a terrible war. It was also the day she saw the woman who had once loved her husband, but hadn't been right enough for him, sacrifice herself for all of them. Even Pema, no matter how many times they've fought over the years.
All she could do was stare.
Pema was not a bender, but she wondered how it might have felt for those who have lost it. She's heard countless tales of people crying afterwards and falling face-plant on to the ground. If she was a bender and had her powers taken away, would she react the same?
She looked down at the red-faced baby, who hadn't even cried once for the entire hour, and began to stroke the tufts of brown hair on his small little head. She wondered if he would be a non-bender, just like her. A bit safer than others but powerless to bending. Jinora leaned forward and lightly touched the baby's cheek, smiling sadly at that small little thing.
"We're going to be okay, right mommy?"
Pema nodded. Tenzin had told her about how they defeated some of the Equalists who invaded their home with their impressive bending. She smiled down at the baby. She regretted the words she said when they had arrived at the Southern Water tribe to collect the young Avatar. She would actually like it if he was a bender, even if he blew wind at her face or not.
She wanted him to be brave.
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