A/N: For Yamino, who had the idea of writing a fic like this in the first place.
“Ow!” She flinches, scrunching her face up as she turns to shoot a glare largely false over her shoulder. “What’re you picking at me with, kid? A crablobster claw?”
Her smile all teeth and eagerness, Ikki beams unabashedly up at the Avatar. “They’re tweezers,” she professes. Rocking forward on her knees and arching too, she rasps the metal tongs over the tip of Korra’s nose. “You’ve got about a billion splinters.”
“A billion cuts,” Jinora adds, leaning in toward the Waterbender’s front with a cotton swab.
“Billion bruises,” croons Meelo. He gives one of the largest mentioned blotches a prod. “Purple and green and orange and—”