[She doesn't get it at first either. Then other memories begin to filter in, filling in the blanks--the bed being too soft that first night on the air ship as they left for Ba Sing Se. It'd taken her a while to figure out that she had gotten used to the hard, wooden beds at the air temple. Now, Korra was no soldier, not in the way Steve was, but those in the army usually slept on the ground when they were on the move, didn't they? It takes her some time to puzzle all this out instead of asking, quiet as she stares down at her hands.
What Steve is telling her now, it's not the same as what she knows, but she thinks she understands a little. Going through what he did, even the little things leave prints that are hard to erase. And those marks go unnoticed until something makes it known. Until the bed feels too soft underneath you.]
You got used to sleeping on the ground.
[Korra's voice is soft, a little uncertain as she ventures a guess. There's so many things she wants to say, but she's having some difficulty doing so. Though her hands stay steady, her gaze drops down. There's something else that's nagging at her. Some of his words hit a little too close to home, if she's honest with herself.]
There's... counselors for people who were in combat? [Those are the words she speaks. The fidgeting, the slightly lowered tone, the surprise--they say something else: This is normal? Needing a counselor after seeing combat? Her wondering probably proves Steve's point, and she doesn't even realize it.]
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What Steve is telling her now, it's not the same as what she knows, but she thinks she understands a little. Going through what he did, even the little things leave prints that are hard to erase. And those marks go unnoticed until something makes it known. Until the bed feels too soft underneath you.]
You got used to sleeping on the ground.
[Korra's voice is soft, a little uncertain as she ventures a guess. There's so many things she wants to say, but she's having some difficulty doing so. Though her hands stay steady, her gaze drops down. There's something else that's nagging at her. Some of his words hit a little too close to home, if she's honest with herself.]
There's... counselors for people who were in combat? [Those are the words she speaks. The fidgeting, the slightly lowered tone, the surprise--they say something else: This is normal? Needing a counselor after seeing combat? Her wondering probably proves Steve's point, and she doesn't even realize it.]