Legend of Korra fanfiction chapter
Setting: Korra's room on Air Temple Island, a month after the battle with the Red Lotus
"I said I don't want to talk to anyone," Korra said, her chair turned away from the door to her room. The door opened and closed softly, and Korra wheeled around, about to whip up whatever energy she could muster to send them away. "Mom...," she murmured.
Korra had had Tenzin, her friends, Pemma, everyone and anyone she held close, try to lighten her mood for the last week. It had been a month since she had fought the Red Lotus, but she was still in her wheelchair, still moping about the temple on the few occasions she actually left her room. No one understood what she was going through, all she had endured in the fight with Zaheer.
"Have you come to prod me out of this chair too?" Korra asked, her voice rough.
Senna smiled that same soft smile. Almost everything about her was soft; her demeanor, her body, her words. Some might consider it a weakness, but it