“Nope, didn’t have a clue. In fact you’re the first actual turtle I’ve seen. I mean turtle ducks are one thing, but a turtle-turtle? Wow.” Leaning over to give an almost intrusive inspection of his arm, Korra studies it and the broken stitches with scrutiny before she says “Yup, someone tagged you good. Give me a sec, and I’ll have patched up in no time.”

Without even standing up she moves her arms through the air gracefully and calmly. A harpist would be scornfully jealous. As she does so water from a canal out past the alley speedily makes its way to her and with a peaceful turn of both her wrists the water melds into a glowing ball.

“Now this might feel good, so don’t fall asleep.” She warned with a smile as she lightly pushed her arms forward causing the water to completely envelop the wound, washing away the pain and accelerating the body’s healing process. “So who nicked you? She asked conversationally as she waterbended, simply because where she’s from it’s no big deal. Ever. And nicked so weak a description for the cut.