The Last Light Company had expanded since the fight in the Ice Gate, forced to take on and train recruits to replace the armies they had lost. All in the camp I awoke in were fresh recruits, but they had all heard the stories. The soldiers who greeted me after I stepped outside the tent were no exception, eager to catch a glimpse of the hero who had quelled a sixth-level gate.
When I suddenly broke down and began sobbing, they reacted rather awkwardly, shifting about, not exactly sure where to look. Undoubtedly, in their experience, heroes were stalwart personifications of righteousness, utterly incapable of things like sorrow or relief. But after hearing Korra had survived, I couldn't help it and broke down sobbing.
"Lady…" one said, reaching out tentatively, his brow creased in concern.
"I-I'm fine," I stammered. Conscious of their gaze, I blushed and scrubbed my eyes, a futile gesture as more tears immediately welled up. "Just…relieved."
