[From Mikey, to Leo, to Mike, Korra has a lot to take in and no time in which to do it. "How did this happen?" is what is on the tip of her tongue when Leo says her name, but instead she falls into her training. Her words aren't strict or menacing, just matter of fact.] Give him some water, he needs to stay hydrated. Force it down his throat if you must.

[As she walked over to the bed Mikey was on her arms seemed to move of their own accord and the water poured out into the air; leaving behind the blood, soot, and dirt pooled in the center of each bowl. Both globs of clear water merged in between her hands and she knelt next to the bed. Having seen him awake earlier for a brief moment, she knew she had little time to tackle that concussion.] Hi Mikey, I'm Korra. Sorry we could meet in a better way.

[Her voice is soft and gentle like the swirling motions she makes with her fingers causing the water to glow a bright blue, brighter than the last time she had to heal Mike.] I need you to tell me how wonderful you think your brothers are while I do this, okay? It'll help me concentrate.

[Having heard that Mikey had saved Raph in a very selfless manner, it was the perfect lie. Concentration wasn't an issue, she just needed him conscious long enough to eliminate that concussion first. With both her hands poised near his head she smiled as she worked the water around the wound on his head. The soothing water filtered throughout the injury leaving nothing but a sense of relaxation as she smoothed out the broken skin fostering the healing process to kick into overdrive. Thank the spirits for a waxing moon. Once she was sure that the concussion was no longer a worry she pulled the water with a graceful, serene movement of her arms away and studied the wound. The light from the water allowing her a clearer view.

What she wouldn't give to have met everyone on a normal day.]