Kuvira bowed her head. So the woman with the beautiful hair was her judge. She expected sit in a jail cell at best or face execution at worst. The Avatar would be against such a sentence but she suspected her former mentor would not be and not above waiting for an absence of the Avatar to set such a sentence.
"I am ready for your judgement," was all she said, head still bowed. She said her peace, and did not, would not, plead for mercy.