At first, Mia folded her hands in her lap. When that failed to be enough she brought them to her chin instead, still folded. No aspect of this conversation would be easy. Where to start? With the worst of it in the beginning? She didn't know if she had the courage for it.

"I don't- I don't want to burden you with any of this." Anticipating - correctly - the look Katara would wear at that statement, Mia didn't take too much of a steadying breath. "I know that we...that we managed to find a cure and that nobody else in that village will have to suffer. But..."

But the stories. Reports that consisted of names, numbers, statistics. Fighting between people from different enclosures, more fighting about what decisions were right and which were best...

The faces of missing friends. The faces of present friends, bloody or wasting or- Mia shook her head again.

"So many people lost their lives before we...we could have saved them."