"Mako!" Korra hissed. "Mako! You better come down here, or I'll kick the door down myself—"

"Korra?"

Korra's fists thudded still on the wooden door as she froze, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping whoever it was would turn around and leave.

"Korra? What are you doing up so late?"

Asami's face swam out of the darkness, her eyes lidded with sleep. She rubbed at her eyes, looking Korra up and down slowly before moving closer.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Korra spun around quickly, flames erupting from her clenched fists as she brought them down hard on her hips. She shook her hands confusedly, stumbling back into the door in an attempt to put out the fire.

"Where did you—what happened?"

Asami rushed forward, patting the smoldering hem of Korra's shirt with the edge of her nightgown.

"I can do it myself!" Korra shouted, pushing Asami off, her momentum carrying her too far off center. She hit the ground, digging hand-sized holes into the floor as she attempted to push herself back up. Korra struggled for a second more before kicking the ground, sending loose pebbles rocketing down the hallway.

"You're obviously not fine, Korra. Here, let me help."

Asami knelt down next to Korra, taking her hands and inspecting the scrapes running down her palms. The water Korra had been attempting to bend out of the vase of flowers sloshed feebly in its container. Sparks flew out of Korra's mouth.

"You know, I still get worried about you. I still care about you," Asami said, shifting her body so that she now sat next to Korra's side, out of the way of her volatile firebending. "I don't want to deal with you avoiding me too."

Korra sighed and let her head drop heavily against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut against the spinning hallway. "I don't want to avoid you," she said after a while. "I still really like you."

Korra's head slipped off the wall and she shifted, sending a fire blast into the hallway in an attempt to keep herself from hitting the floor against. Asami watched Korra attempt to waterbend for a few seconds more before getting up and padding back to her room for a glass of water.

"Here." Asami put the glass down next to Korra, pulling her upright again before sliding down next to her. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Well. Mako took me out for a few drinks."

"A few?" Asami laughed.

"A few! The Southern Water Tribe isn't as full of saloons as Republic City is. I didn't have a lot of time to get used to drinking while I was training!"

Asami laughed again as the water in the vase across the hall sloshed around. "Calm down." She grabbed Korra's hands until the water died down. "I'm not accusing you."

Korra let her head drop onto Asami's shoulder. "Mako was accusing me," she slurred into Asami's neck.

Asami didn't say anything, just smoothed Korra's messy hair out of her face. Korra struggled to push herself away from her touch, but let her head settle down again when the hallway started to tilt. "He told me it's hard to be with me when I try for all of us to still be friends." Korra's words came out muffled. "What a chump. How can you firebend an evil dictator of Republic City and then get scared about two girls?"

Asami smiled and kept brushing Korra's hair behind her ears. It seemed to calm her down; at least, there weren't any more threats of a tidal wave splashing down the hall.

"Then he left the saloon. So I found my own way home."

"You always do," Asami said. She started to wiggle her way free, intending to drag Korra back to her own hallway, but Korra's body only settled down heavier against her.

"You're a piece of work, you know that, Avatar?"

Korra hiccupped a small jet of fire in response.