[ In this form, Jinora is unassuming. A child who the wind's tug and pull at like toddlers seeking for attention. In this form - in any form really - her soft features are that of someone who seeks for peaceful resolutions. The coldness that came with centuries buried under the mask. ]

[ Her gaze is hard, as if she doesn't accept that answer. ]

You know as well as I do most of them don't choose to be out here. [ It's harsh, but not a scold, just a direct line of statement. Too many are the ones thrown out from Solvunn. Some from the Free Cities prison. Most are not foolish travelers or want to throw themselves to their doom. ] There's no reason to let someone die when you can show them another way. Ever.