<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Korrava002.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Korra<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 22nd<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Memphis Rift Zone<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Owen<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As Owen cared for her, she was only aware of flash images of the world around her. She saw some kind of metal giant carrying her away. Forest… trees… a bird, she thinks she might have seen. But her unconscious mind was uneasy the whole time. What had those awful nightmares been about? What is going on here, and where was she?<br/><br/>With a soft groan she does indeed start to stir as Owen carries her, her mind starting to come back to reality slowly. She vaguely hears Owen speak as she is laid down upon the soft ground, the cool grass feeling good under her body. She shifts a little as she lays there, and then her eyes flutter open slowly. She squints for a moment or so as the light filtering down through trees put strain upon her ocean blue eyes, but eventually her world comes into focus once more. And it scares the hell out of her.<br/><br/>She catches sight of Owen almost immediately in his armor, and her eyes widen in shock. Immediately she rolls onto her stomach and hops to her feet. She starts to move into an attack stance, but it’s about then the forest starts to spin.   “Whoooah”   she utters as she stumbles back, and then she drops to her knees once more, her left hand propping herself up on the grass, her right hand moving to her head.  “Ow.. ow..”  she whimpers softly. Someone hit her with a brick or something.. that must be what happened. But at least someone seems to have bandaged her up, that was nice of them. Still holding her head as the dizziness fades, her eyes move to Owen once more. There’s.. a man inside of that machine. Like those walking tank things, mechanical monsters that she has been fighting for weeks now.<br/><br/>But her trained eyes move towards his shoulder, recognizing damage or an injury there. If that’s some kind of suit, it looks like he was hurt. And slowly it comes back to her. How he sheltered her against the blaster fire, how he had taken shots that were meant for her. Her eyes narrow a little as she stares at the wounded area of his shoulder, and then back to his eyes she looks as she speaks in a firm, annoyed tone.   “Okay.. just<em>what</em>are you? Where the hell am I? I don’t know what you think you can accomplish, but if you take me back to Republic City<em>now</em>then I won’t have to bust your chops.”<br/><br/>Despite her bravado, she can’t help feel bad for him. Whatever he is. He’s hurt, obviously. And judging by his features… his very attractive features… it’s putting quite the strain on him. She knows she could probably heal him, but she doesn’t know if she’d just be helping the enemy or not.<br/><br/>She’s so confused.<br/><br/>“You did save me back there, so since you did.. I’ll at least heal your injury.”  She says, nodding her head towards his shoulder as she still sits there on her knees.   “I mean.. you’d have to take that.. whatever it is.. off so I could get to it and all.”    Ah, she’s so clever. He’s in pain, and she offers to help. But to do that, he would have to lower his defenses. Giving her the advantage. Her offer to heal him is genuine, the part about losing his armor is just the icing on the cake.<br/>