They had been surrounded by city noises their whole lives; to be somewhere where it was so quiet was disconcerting. Everything seemed so much louder here. Each step sounded like an explosion as they made their way down the hall. They kept expecting someone to pop up behind them and usher them off to bed.

They had a hazy idea where Korra's room was, but they really didn't know. With all the noise they thought they were making, how slowly they had to walk, and the fact they were basically lost, Mako was amazed that they had even gotten this far. They sauntered on for a while before they found it.

The door was slightly cracked open and he could hear Korra and Asami talking, or as they would probably say 'whispering.' Neither of them had the slightest clue what whispering was. The brothers inched forward, each telling themselves that no, they were not snooping and that they were in fact going to go straight in and not wait outside like creeps. But when they reached the door they did just that. Mako was closer; he had had a mild fight with Bolin to get the spot.

"They're fine, Korra," Asami said with a small laugh. "Honestly, you should be more concerned about yourself."

"I told you, what happened was normal. That's what the Avatar does, goes all glowy and stuff." Korra protested.

"And do they also sleep for a day afterwards?" Asami countered.

"That… that I do not know." Korra muttered.

"Well, then I'm going to assume you're not fine."

Korra sighed. There was silence for a minute, then Korra spoke again. "How are Bolin and Mako?" Mako inched closer to the door; he didn't want to miss anything, although he couldn't really tell why this part interested him so much, but it did.

Asami sighed, "Bolin was… fine. At least he was walking. But, Korra, he looked so bad…" there was a really sad note in her voice. Mako looked over at his brother to find him grinning like an idiot. He mouthed, "She's worried about me." With that he started to inch backwards and head back to their room.

Mako grinned at his brother's excitement. He assumed he was going back to the room so that when Asami left and told them goodbye, she would see him in a weakened state. He had to admit for someone who never really dated anyone, he had some good moves. As his brother slips from his sight he turns his attention back to the conversation inside.

They were finishing talking about Bolin. He smiled as he caught the teasing note in Korra's tone as she told Asami that if she was sooo worried, then she should go and check on him.

"I would hit you if you weren't so beat up," Asami grumpily retorted. Korra started one of her deep-bellied laughs, but then stopped midway and began to cough. Mako almost bust into the door, but being so weak, he had barely risen from the ground when she stopped.

"I knew you weren't fine," Asami said. There was a creak in the floorboards as she moved to go and get the Healer.

Korra stopped her. "Wait… I'm fine now."

"No, you are not!"

There was silence for a minute and Mako pondered what he would say to Asami when she strode out of Korra's bedroom. But he didn't have to worry about it because Korra got her to stay with the question, "Will you at least tell me how Mako is?"

He listened as Asami slumped back onto the bed. "Mako is…" she paused, searching for words that wouldn't make Korra too concerned. "Mako will be okay with rest, the Healer said so."

Korra actually said something quietly. Mako wasn't sure what it was but it sounded a lot like, "My fault…"

Asami scooted on the bed and it creaked. He risked looking in and saw Asami holding Korra in her arms and rubbing her back, she was actually whispering as well, who would have known they were capable of quiet voices? He was more focused on how Korra looked than what they were saying.

She was so beat up, even in the dim light he could see how bruised she was and the white bandages bore a stark contrast to her dark skin. He felt the protective instinct he felt whenever he saw his brother hurt rise, how dare someone hurt her.

Eventually Asami pulled back and he saw that Korra's face was lined with tears. She looked up at Asami. "Thank you," she says, her voice almost at its normal level, although it sounded weaker than he had ever heard it before.

Korra leaned back on her bed and he figured she must've fallen asleep because Asami slowly started walking towards the door. He tried to get up and around the corner before she saw him, but he was too slow. He smiled up at her awkwardly and tried to come up with a semi-plausible excuse that would get him out of an extraordinarily awkward situation.

She didn't say a word; she just looked at him and then extended her arm to him. He grasped it and she hauled him to his feet. They stood in an awkward silence. Well, stood only applied to Asami, Mako leaned on the wall. He tried not to collapse.

Asami had an expressionless face. He started to explain why he was even there, but as it turned out, years of living off the streets really had ruined his ability to lie. She surprised him by beginning to laugh.

"You are too awkward for words sometimes." He stiffened as much as he could in his condition. He wanted to retort but she was already walking away. "Go and sit with her, I'm gonna go find that stupid Healer who said she was fine."

Mako didn't need telling twice. He slipped into the darkened room and gradually made his way over to the chair by Korra's bed. He plopped down painfully and grimaced. He tried to take his mind off the pain, but Korra's room was surprisingly as plain as his own. He finally decided that Korra herself would have to do for a distraction.

He looked at her and grinned. Well, at least his distraction was pretty.