"Achoo!"
"Bless you," Asami responded, not looking up from the newest issue of Pro-bending Weekly, seemingly oblivious of the dynamic Earth Kingdom scenery flashing by outside the train.
"Thanks, Asami." Korra reached over for a tissue, blowing her nose dramatically. Asami glanced up at Korra as she disposed the napkin, then returned to her avid reading.
The Sato heiress, the Avatar, and her boyfriend had been headed to Zhaofu to visit the Beifongs. The trio had also been looking forward to reuniting with Bolin, who was there with his girlfriend, Opal Beifong. Seeing that Asami was the president of Future Industries, the company that invented these trains, she got the three a first-class cabin. It was furnished with two long sofas adjacent from one another, and a low table with a vase of flowers and magazines scattered across the table.
"Are you okay, Korra?" asked Mako, putting down his magazine. He rose from his seat and approaching his girlfriend.
Korra turned. "Huh?" she sniffled a bit. "Oh, I'm alright."
Mako rested a hand on her shoulder. "Korra, you definitely don't seem alright. You're pale and you've been sneezing and coughing all morning-"
Korra rolled her eyes, rolling her shoulder and pushing off his hand. "I'm fine. Stop stressing, Mako."
"You're sick, Korra."
"Way to point out the obvious, Mako," Asami grinned, putting down the magazine.
"I'm not sick," persisted Korra. "I've only gotten the sniffles. I'll be better by tomorrow."
Mako crossed his arms. "I'm gonna go get you some hot tea. Go lie down, and keep a box of tissues next to you."
"Looks like Mama Mako's here," Asami teased.
Korra rolled her eyes. "Mako, stah-achoo!"
Mako rested a hand on her back and led her to the sofa. He prompted her to sit, then took off his warm black jacket, revealing a grey shirt underneath which exaggerated his muscular features. "Wear this," he commanded, wrapping it around her shoulders. "I'll be back with some tea."
"I'm not sick!" Korra protested once more, averting her eyes from her boyfriend's defined body.
"Lie down," he repeated. "I'll get you some tea."
Korra responded with a string of coughs. "Whatever," she said, tears in her eyes from hacking. "Do what you want." The short statement was the mask of defeat.
Mako smiled. "Good." He kissed her cheek. Even if they were a couple for a while now, his little acts of affection still made Korra pink.
"You know how to make it, right?" Korra called after her boyfriend.
"Don't worry, I got it."