Moaning in anguish and with a feverish cry, Korra awakened violently. She snapped upwards from the cot, a thin layer of sweat basking on her skin. Breathing heavily, she clutched her sheets; her hands shook as they clung to the sweat-drenched fabric. The wind. The storm…training…Tenzin…Lin….Pema. The mangled thoughts probed annoyingly at her foggy memory. Rubbing her forehead tenderly, Korra exhaled shakily.
"What…what happened?"
'You lost it." A low voice replied. Korra stiffened, her senses unusually heightened. Her speaker shifted in its recluse corner in the shadows. She closed her eyes in shame, awaiting retribution, a lecture, a judgment, an explanation, anything. The silence gnawed at her as did the overpowering presence.
"I thought you were in Republic City."
"I was. I came back once I found out what happened." The voice replied flatly. Korra gazed in the vocal direction, her eyes filled with tears.
"How long have I been out?"
"Five days." The voice said simply. "Lin woke up a few days ago."
A chair scrapped against the floor as Korra's visitor stood and catiously approached her beside. Korra turned her face so that she may not see him. A warm hand slid its way underneath her tucked chin and forced her head upwards. Korra swallowed dryly unable to speak.
"What's going on , Korra?" Mako demanded.