There's a part of her that immediately wanted to rebuff the offer- she's never had much stomach for pity- but logically, of course, she's could feel the pain in her palms, see the blood dripping from around her clenched fingers. So she forced her fist to open, dropping the bloody shards of the teacup to the floor and showing her palms to Kuvira.

"I wasn't a-"

She huffed. Alright, that was an absurd rebuttal. Obedience to the Fire Lord was absolute, after all.

"I grew up knowing every possible luxury, and all he expected was perfection in return- which I gave. I never had to beg him for anything." Nor would he have responded well if she had, for that matter. But somehow, she still felt shaken, and not just by her bloodied hand.