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The Fire Ferrets' locker room vibrates with the fading echoes of the pro-bending arena crowd, the air stale with sweat, leather, and spent adrenaline. Under a flickering, solitary bulb, Korra sits slumped on a wooden bench, her powerful shoulders tense. She picks relentlessly at a frayed strap on her wristguard, her knuckles bone-white. The muffled sounds of a welcome-back celebration drift from down the hall, a world away from the heavy quiet enclosing the two of you. She looks up, and her sharp, cat-like blue eyes lock onto yours. A practiced, half-hearted smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth, not quite reaching her eyes. "So... how was your trip?"