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After a successful night of patrolling the streets and catching some equalists attempting to get away with a bunch of prisoners, Korra began to understand why the ancient Spirit of Souls chose her to be linked with Asami. They worked insanely well together, pushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing, despite never having fought together before. Asami drove after the bad guys, keeping right on their tails, and Korra was already halfway to making earth ramps before Asami voiced the need.
Taking out the two men who jumped into the car was almost too easy, too. Not to mention how freaking cool it was when Asami reached over the center console with ease, as if she were going to pat Korra on the knee, but instead gripped the chi blocker's ankle and sent a course of electricity through his body, all while keeping her eyes on the road and pursuing the speeding truck of prisoners ahead. Korra flipped the chi blocker out of the car a beat later while Mako and Bolin took care of the other one in the back seat.
Okay, so they all worked together pretty great, but Korra had fought beside the brothers before. Asami…Asami was something else. So when Team Avatar decided to go out again tonight, Korra hopped in the front seat again, though Bolin whined that it was his turn. Asami was clearly trying not to smile as she promised Bolin he could have it another time.
The engine roared to life and Asami peeled out of the garage, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. Korra wondered if she'd ever get used to the way the acceleration of the car made her stomach feel like it was left behind. And then she wondered if Asami would let her drive, or if she were the type of person who had to be behind the wheel or she'd get nervous. Not that Korra minded; Asami was an excellent driver.
"Wanna switch on the police scanner?" Asami asked as they waited aboard the ferry.
Korra leaned over and fiddled with the dial before the radio crackled to life. At first, all she got was static, so she kept turning the different tuning knobs until she heard voices. A dispatcher warbled on about a missing pet: nothing Team Avatar needed to investigate.
"Sounds like a slow night," Mako said from the back seat.
"What're we gonna do if there's no chi blockers to chase?" Bolin huffed and Korra could hear him slide down in his seat.
"Well, there's this little sweet shop not too far from the docks. We could grab some dessert and hang outside until we hear something," Asami said as she drummed her fingers against the steering wheel.
"Yes!" Korra and Bolin said at the same time.
Asami laughed. "It's settled then."
They chatted aimlessly until the ferry docked and Asami drove down the planks to the street. She thanked the captain before driving off. It took barely five minutes to reach a brightly painted yellow shop with wide, glass windows that displayed cases of sweets.
Everyone got out of the car and Asami led the way in, holding the door open for everyone. Korra looked around, taking in rows of sweet dumplings, rice cakes, candies, and half a dozen other mouth-watering things she couldn't name.
A wizened, white haired man sat at a stool behind the counter and he smiled pleasantly at the group. He recommended a few new things, but Korra settled for what she recognized, buying a rice cake with some money Tenzin gave her after she explained what happened the first time she tried to get food from a street vendor.
Asami chose some sort of sugar-crusted bun and Korra wondered how her friend was going to eat it without getting the granules all over her black jacket. She'd never seen Asami messy before, now that she thought about it.
After paying, the girls walked outside. Mako and Bolin came out a few seconds later. Bolin had a white paper bag of some hard candies. Mako was nibbling on his own rice cake. Just as they were about to approach Korra, Bolin tripped on the curb and sent the multicolored sweets scattering into the dirty street. He really wasn't having a good night, Korra thought.
The earthbender turned to his older brother. "Mako, give me a bite of yours," Bolin said, reaching out for Mako's hand.
"No way, bro. It's not my fault you spilled yours." He held his food up above his head.
"Oh c'mon!" Bolin launched himself at his brother.
As the brothers shoved and wrestled, Korra turned to Asami, who was leaning against the side of her satomobile. "So how do you like it?" Her friend asked before ripping off a small chunk of her bun and popping it in her mouth.
Korra took a big bite of the cake and did her best not to grin with her mouth open. She took the time to swallow. Then she said, "This is probably the best rice cake I've ever had! Uh, don't tell Pema."
Asami grinned and extended her own dessert. "If you think that's good, try this."
Korra hesitated, so Asami ripped off a piece for her. With some trepidation, she took the small piece of bread. But as soon as it hit her tongue, Korra immediately regretted buying the rice cake. "I'll have to get that next time we come here," Korra said, relishing the sweetness.
Asami laughed. "Next time, huh?"
With a start, Korra realized she'd also said "we," but that didn't necessarily mean just her and Asami. It could extend to all of Team Avatar. Even though she was only talking to Asami right now. Not that being here alone with Asami would be a bad thing. It...actually might be kind of fun. "I mean, you can't show me where an awesome sweet shop is and then not expect me to come back again." Nice save, Korra. "So, how did you hear about this place?"
It seemed like a harmless question but Asami tensed and frowned. She set the bun on the hood of her car and looked down the street. "My parents brought me here all the time when I was little."
The lingering flavor turned bitter in Korra's mouth. "Asami."
The girl looked at her with a small, sad smile. "I haven't been here in a long time and I wanted to know if the buns were as good as I remembered."
"Are they?" Korra asked.
This time, Asami's smile was much happier. She practically glowed. "Even better."
Korra grinned. "Well then we're definitely coming back here again." This time, the "we" was on purpose.
Asami laughed but then her eyes trained on Korra's face. She pushed away from her car, suddenly very close to Korra, and her right thumb brushed under Korra's bottom lip. It all happened so fast Korra couldn't do anything but freeze. Green eyes flitted to hers and Asami coughed. "Sorry. You had some sugar on your chin." She took a large step back. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just react sometimes."
Korra cleared her throat. "S'okay. Can't have the Avatar beating up bad guys with food all over her face. Bad for my image."
She was met with a poor attempt at a laugh. "I'm a touchy person and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," Asami said, looking at her feet.
If they were going to dance around each other, afraid to touch one another, then their friendship was going to be painfully awkward and it might just kill Korra. So she cast aside her nervousness and threw an arm around Asami's shoulder, giving her a side hug. "Not uncomfortable, just surprised. We're cool, pal." Okay so maybe she was overdoing it a little.
Asami covered her mouth with her left hand, and her shoulders shook. After a few seconds, she said, "I'm glad, buddy," and okay she was totally laughing at Korra.
Prepared to mock scold Asami for hurting her dearest friend's feelings, Korra was interrupted mid thought as the police scanner in the car came to life. "All available units please respond to the fifty-six hundred block of Dragonflats Borough. Equalists have taken to the streets. Consider them armed and dangerous. Proceed with caution."
Everyone reacted instinctively and without a word. Korra reached for the passenger door handle and Asami ran around the front of the car. Mako and Bolin climbed in the back and in a matter of seconds, they were off.
The team remained quiet as they drove into the borough, only to find the area completely blacked. "Why is the power out?" Korra asked.
No one had an answer for her until Asami pulled up and parked the car. A sea of people flooded the street, their voices a clamor even over the engine of Asami's car. She parked as close as she could but a ring of police vehicles forced them to keep their distance.
Everyone piled out and they approached quickly, though once Korra saw the faces in the crowd, she stopped short. Asami voiced her thoughts. "Wait a second, these people aren't armed or dangerous."
Korra grit her teeth. "Sure doesn't look that way."
Suddenly, Saikhan's voice boomed from a megaphone on top of a police truck. "All nonbenders please return to your homes immediately." A few people from the crowd tried to address him, shouting their displeasure, but he plowed on, ignoring them. "Disperse or you will all be arrested."
Then, whispers of the Avatar broke out and a few people waded towards her, beseeched her to do something. They were right; she was everyone's avatar, not just a symbol for benders. "Please remain calm. I'm going to put a stop to this." Because I bet I know who's behind all this, she finished privately.
Sure enough, a tent behind the line of officers was lit up and Tarrlok stood outside the open flap. Korra all but charged at him. She was so sick of him pulling sleazy stunts like this. "Tarrlok, you need to turn the power back on and leave these people alone." She put her best tough Avatar voice behind her words.
It must have worked because he said her title. "Avatar Korra, you and your playmates have no business here." He tried to turn and ignore her, so Korra sucked in a deep breath to holler at him.
Something brushed her shoulder and suddenly Asami was beside her, hands on her hips, looking furious. "They're not equalists. They're just normal people who want their rights back," Asami said in a much calmer tone than Korra could've managed.
She sounded reasonable—because technically she was—but the support was welcomed and Korra stood a little straighter beside her friend, glaring with the same intensity at Tarrlock. She felt like they were untouchable, that they could take the councilman down. Until he ordered the police to round up the people in the street.
The line of officers metal bent the orange and white police barriers around swarms of people but Korra intervened. She focused on lowering the earth to the ground and watched, relieved as people fled from the scene. She had half a mind to knock some of the officers heads together—because how could they not realize what they were doing was wrong?—when Asami shouted behind her. "Let me go!"
Korra's wrist burned and she whirled around to see Tarrlok yanking Asami towards him with a water whip, proclaiming she was under arrest. Korra opened her mouth to yell at him but Mako beat her to the punch. "You can't do that!"
"Actually I can." Korra's fists balled as Tarrlok spewed some nonsense about nonbender curfew and then he brought up Asami's equalist ties.
"She's not her father! You can't punish her for his crimes!" Korra stalked towards him, feeling the earth surge around her.
"Yeah. Let her go!" Mako yelled, sinking into a fighting stance.
Tarrlok sneered and pointed at him. "Arrest him and his brother. They look like they're about to attack."
Korra saw red as two officers wrapped metal cables around Mako and Bolin and dragged them to where Tarrlok held Asami. She ripped two giant chunks of earth from the street, ready to hurl them at the infuriating man who dared to take her friends. "Tarrlok!"
Just as her hands twitched to send the earth flying, she heard, "Korra, don't! It's not worth it." Asami's voice gave her pause, and when their eyes met, she saw the look of defiance in her friend's green eyes. "They'll just arrest you, too."
It wouldn't be the first time and Korra was pretty sure she'd be out within the hour. Asami on the other hand…Korra was certain Tarrlok would twist things around so Asami wouldn't see the light of day for a while. So Korra needed to stay out, to go down to the station and talk Saikhan into releasing Asami, Mako and Bolin. With a crash, Korra let the earth slabs fall. The smug look on Tarrlok's face almost made her reconsider, but she just watched as her friends were shoved into the back of a police van.
"I'll call Tenzin! We'll get you out!" she called, and all three of her friends nodded before the doors slammed shut and they were whisked away.
Now alone with Tarrlok, he gloated to her about breaking up Team Avatar and Korra hated the way it sounded like a joke rolling off his tongue. He left with the police shortly after and Korra was by herself in the street.
She thought the team was doing well, actually accomplishing something, but here she stood, unable to stop her friends from getting carted off on ridiculous charges that wouldn't hold up in any legitimate court. It was with a heavy heart that Korra trudged back to Asami's car.
The keys were still in the ignition and it was in the middle of the street. Asami probably wouldn't appreciate her car getting towed on top of being thrown in jail, so Korra got into the driver seat, twisted the keys, and the satomobile came to life. She'd drive it back to the docks and park it for Asami, she thought as she placed her hand on the gearshift.
Besides, driving couldn't be that hard. Asami made it look so easy. She pushed the stick forward and the car shuddered beneath her, making a horrible grinding noise. Okay, it never did that when Asami drove it. Maybe she had to push this pedal and—
Korra screamed as the car shot forward. She tried mashing both of her feet on the pedals and jerked the wheel but all that did was cause the car to jump the curb and crash right into a light post. Thankfully, the engine stalled. Korra waited for her heart to slow down, then gingerly got out of the car.
So she'd be walking to the station. With a sigh, she started to jog in the right direction and hoped that Asami wouldn't be too mad when she saw the car. To make up for it, Korra resolved to get Asami (and of course the brothers) out tonight no matter what, even if she had to march down to Tarrlok's office and demand their freedom herself.
Everything was fine. And then it wasn't. How could she go from enjoying a treat with Korra and her friends to pacing this prison cell all with an hour? Asami was only here as leverage against Korra, as well as to make up for the fact that Tarrlok hadn't found her father yet.
And then, after several hours of internal ranting, lots of pacing, and anxious glancing at the door whenever a guard walked by, things got a whole lot worse.
A deep pain pulsed just above her hipbone on her left side and actually made Asami cry out. Barely a second later, stinging bursts crisscrossed her knuckles. Her side continued to radiate sharp stabs of pain, throbbing in time with her pulse. Another burn shot through the front of her shoulder, followed by a scraping sensation in her cheek. Each of these spots prickled on and on, so whatever was going on with Korra, she wasn't able to heal immediately. Which meant this wasn't a sparring exercise.
Asami made her way to the cellar bars, and started shouting, "Guards!" The police patrolling the walkways may have been the ones who put her in here, but Asami doubted they wouldn't rush to the Avatar's side if she were in danger.
All of a sudden, her whole body thrummed with a weird tightness. Her arms and legs felt stiff. She suddenly became aware of the veins in her body and Asami glanced at her bare wrists to see if the blue lines strained against her skin. They weren't. Asami started to freak out. What was happening to Korra that made her feel like this?
"Guards! Help!" she shouted again, pressing her face between the bars of the door window.
Just as a man in metal ran towards her door, pain exploded between her shoulder blades and she fell to the floor. It only really hurt for the first second, like someone hit her hard with a boulder. Shocks ran up her neck and made her head fuzzy for a second, but then it slowly faded. Asami gasped. Korra. What happened to her? Did she start something with Tarrlok? No, she would've done that hours ago, after Asami, Mako, and Bolin were dragged off.
The door slid open and she was surprised when two guards stepped in. "What seems to be the problem?" the man immediately in front of her asked.
"Tell Chief Beifong that Avatar Korra is in danger," Asami said, not quite able to rise to her feet yet.
"How could you possibly know that? You've been locked in here for hours," the second guard said, shifting out the door. "Stop wasting our time."
Asami looked up at them, her right hand touching the achy spot on her left side. At least she could still feel Korra's pain, which meant she wasn't dead. "I'm her soul mate. I—"
The men shared a look before bursting out into laughter. "D'you know how many people play "the Avatar is my soul mate" card?" The first man laughed.
The second guard slapped his knee. "At least once a week. 'Please, you have to let me out. The Avatar and I are soul mates, she'll vouch for me!'" he mimed in a high pitched voice.
That was news to Asami. Did people actually think that would work? Then again, she was trying it now, though she actually was Korra's soul mate. "I'm serious."
"Sure you are, sweetheart," the first guard rolled his eyes and the two of them both walked out of the cell. "Stop wasting our time."
But Asami wouldn't relent, not with Korra out there, possibly bleeding, hurt, broken. She kept shouting into the hallway from the barred window, whether there was a guard going by or not. She begged for someone to tell Beifong, Saikhan, Tenzin, but she was met with either silence or an irritated, "shut up."
Asami didn't know how long she pleaded, nor did she remember when her repeated line, "the Avatar's in danger," changed to, "Korra's in danger."
Eventually her voice gave out and Asami resigned to lying on the dusty, bare mattress stuffed in the corner. She drifted in and out of restless sleep, only seeing Korra bruised, Korra cut, Korra unconscious in the dark whenever she closed her eyes. And then, the door slid open roughly. Asami's eyes shot open and she nearly cried at the sight before her.
"I hope you got enough beauty rest. Come on, I'm busting you out of here." Lin Beifong motioned for her to exit the cell.
Asami got to her feet and all but ran out. "Thanks. I'm so glad someone passed on the message. I've been trying to tell the guards for hours so I guess one of them believed me."
Beifong, who was already marching down the hallway, cast a glance over her shoulder, eyebrow raised. "What message? I came here to get you and the boys out so we can track down Korra. She's been taken by equalists."
Asami came to a complete stop in the hallway. "No." She'd feared as much but hearing her suspicions confirmed made her stomach plummet.
Korra was probably in the clutches of Amon by now. What if he took her bending already? No, he couldn't have. What Asami felt hours ago hurt, but it didn't feel like something was being drawn out of her. All of her body felt weird, though, so maybe Amon had used his powers on Korra. Oh, what would that mean then, when (not if) they found her? Korra would be devastated. Asami tried not to cry.
"I'm breaking the law here, Sato. We need to move before some idiot guard tries to stop us." Beifong's severe gaze softened as she turned to fully look at Asami. "Hey, kid, what's wrong? What was the message you were trying to get to me?"
Asami shook her head and started walking forward again, though in a daze. "Just that I thought Korra might be in trouble, but you already know, so…"
Surprise flitted across Beifong's face. "You've been trying to tell the guards that the Avatar was in danger for hours?" The former Chief of Police crossed her arms and blocked Asami from continuing down the hallway. "How could you possibly know something like that?"
She thinks I'm an equalist, too, Asami thought. She sighed, exasperated. She supposed it was better for Lin to know the truth; she couldn't see Beifong teasing Korra and her about getting married. "I felt it. Her being attacked."
Beifong's stance loosened, the glint in her eyes fading. "You're her soul mate." Asami nodded and relaxed when it seemed Lin believed her. "Well bully for you two. Tell me if you feel anything else while we're looking for her. And describe the nature of her injuries to me. Maybe there's something there that'll tip us off to where they're keeping her."
"Okay, well—" Lin continued her march down the hall and Asami had to stop talking to jog and catch up.
"Walk and talk, Sato. We don't have all day."
Asami quickly relayed everything she felt as she and Beifong tromped to the men's holding cells. She shivered as a deep frown carved the older woman's face when she mentioned the full-body sensation. They were almost to Mako and Bolin's cell when Asami stopped again. Beifong looked ready to snap.
"Wait!" Asami stared at her hands, which started to tingle intermittently. "I think Korra's punching something. My hands…" She flexed her fingers inside her leather gloves.
Lin's irritation was replaced with a serious look. "It's probably too dull a feeling for you to figure it out, but can you tell what she's hitting? Soft or hard?"
Asami focused on the feelings and realized the brief pain was sharp and it only trailed from her pinky finger to her wrist. She traced the path on one hand for the observing woman. "Korra's slamming against something hard."
"So she's probably contained somewhere she can't bend out of. If it's something hard, it's probably metal." Beifong stared into space, but Asami could tell she was puzzling everything out. "If she's pounding around, that means she isn't mortally wounded—" Asami sighed at that, "—but she's trying to catch someone's attention. Whoever's watching her either isn't present or knows they're in a secure location where she can't be overheard. Hmm."
Asami was impressed at the quick conclusions, but she supposed one didn't become Chief of Police with sloppy detective skills. Her eyes flashed down back at her hands and panic shot through her. "It stopped. I can't feel it. You don't think—"
"Calm down. Just let me know if anything else happens. She's probably just tired." Lin bent the door to the nearest cell open and Asami heard her bark at the boys, who stumbled out into the hallway a second later.
Once everyone was caught up with the situation, Beifong snuck them out a back exit. They drove to the council chambers and met Tenzin in his office. Together, they brainstormed possible locations where the equalists could've taken Korra and eventually they agreed to scout the tunnels under the city. Asami grew queasy at the thought of Korra locked up underground. Why did everything bad in Asami's life happen underground?
Beifong used her attuned earthbending senses to find the tunnel and it was easy for Asami to figure out how to drive the supply carts. Her father probably designed them, she thought bitterly. She drove the group down the tracks while everyone else took out any opposition in their way. After dispatching two masked men, Lin used her senses again to see if any prisoners were nearby. Her eyes snapped open and she pointed up a set of stairs ahead of them. "My officers are being kept up there."
That was good news, but not what she wanted to hear. Asami bit her lip as Lin hurried off. "What about Korra?"
Beifong barely looked over her shoulder and shook her head. "No sign of her. We'll keep looking, kid."
Tenzin trailed after her. Mako and Bolin were standing over the knocked out guards. One stirred and took off his mask to rub his face. Bolin cracked his knuckles and Mako produced a handful of fire. "We should question him," Mako said, kneeling to the man's level.
These people were as warped as her father and now they had Korra. Asami strode over and knelt next to Mako. The man's left hand shot towards her face but Asami was faster, grabbing his wrist and twisting it hard to deflect his attack and give him pause. Beside her, Mako stuttered in surprise.
Asami stared the man down. "Where are you keeping Korra?" The man scowled and Asami tightened her hold on his wrist, enough for it to be uncomfortable but not injure; she was better than that. "Avatar Korra. Where is she?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mako shiver at the sound of her voice.
"You should be on our side, not theirs," the man spit. "If you were, you'd know we didn't take her. Councilman Tarrlok is lying, the no good, bending scum."
Asami released the man, who immediately began to rub his wrist. Beifong hadn't sensed Korra and now this man was admitting the Avatar wasn't in their custody. He had no reason to lie, either. Equalists like him would have been overjoyed to capture the Avatar. So then, where was Korra?
Lin and Tenzin came back into the room, a handful of former metal benders trailing after them. Once they informed the two adults of the new intel, Tenzin came to the conclusion Tarrlok was behind the kidnapping and soon, Asami was speeding them back along the tram tracks. Asami urged the supply cart as fast as it would go, but they were trapped in the equalist's hive. Until Beifong ripped up the track and changed their route. Asami gave up steering all together as they sailed up through a bended hole in the ceiling and smashed down into a different section of empty tunnel.
Once Lin helped everyone to the surface with her metal cables, they all booked it to Tarrlok's office. Asami wished she'd grabbed her glove on the way out of jail. But, with the best metal bender in the city and an airbending master on their side, Asami was certain Tarrlok would get his just desserts. Finally.
The arrogant councilman had the nerve to play innocent, but his secretary ratted him out, revealing he took (and hurt, Asami may or may not have snapped at him) Korra and…and he was a bloodbender. The word made the room tense and everyone was on their guard. Asami ran through a list of moves in her head that she could use if Tarrlok got too close to her, but then Tenzin tried to strike and she was in agony. Every sinew and fiber of her being felt like it was being tugged, twisted, tied in knots. Her muscles clenched and her limbs bent at odd angles without her consent. She might have been screaming or maybe that was Bolin or—
Asami came to a minute later. Her head pounded and she swore she could feel her blood rushing through her body. Everyone else groaned into consciousness too. Bolin remarked how it all felt like a nightmare and Asami wished it was. Tarrlok was gone, along with their only clue to finding Korra.
Tenzin fetched Oogi and they took off, scouring the city from above. Nothing. Nothing but empty streets and darkened buildings. Asami began to lose hope, especially because she hadn't felt anything from Korra save for a low key buzzing in her left side, the same spot that hurt a lot earlier.
It was close to dawn when they heard a piercing howl. "That's Naga!" Mako shouted.
Everyone was at attention then, peering over the saddle into the pitch black below. A blur of gray caught Asami's eyes. She squinted, barely making out a large polar bear dog-like shape in an alleyway. "There!" She pointed and Tenzin steered Oogi downward.
The descent was agonizingly slow but finally the air bison touched down. The adults dismounted first and Asami breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Korra, beat up but awake, lying on Naga's back.
Tenzin and Lin fired off question after question about her escape while Korra just gazed at them with tired eyes, jaw slack. Mako shouted something about letting Korra breathe and Asami pushed forward to help get her off Naga. Korra's brown boots barely touched the ground before she was falling forward. Asami caught her and kept her propped upright, her arms wound around Korra's back.
"Sami," Korra slurred into her shoulder. "Found me."
Korra was okay. Exhausted, scraped up, beat up, dehydrated, sweaty, but alive and talking to her in her arms. Asami couldn't help but give Korra a small hug. A thickness crept into her throat, maybe from shouting for guards or just happy that her friend was with her again. "Yeah, we did. Come on, let's get you back to the Air Temple."
"Don't think I can walk," Korra mumbled, barely able to pull her face away from Asami's body to get the words out.
"I can help." Asami bent at her knees, slid her arms under Korra's legs and back, then began to stand. "Throw your arm around my neck. It'll be easier."
"Y-you're gonna carry me?" Korra's eyes widened slightly but she draped her arm around Asami's neck all the same.
"You think I can't?" Asami teased as she took the first few steps. "I might not be as buff as you, but I'm pretty strong, too." No need to let Korra know she was struggling a little with the weight; she'd never carried another person before, but it was only a few feet to Oogi, so she could stagger her way through it.
Thankfully Korra was too out of it to notice. "Thanks," she whispered, her eyelids already drifting shut. "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," Asami said.
By the time she placed Korra down on the saddle, she seemed to be asleep. Asami sat next to her and gently brushed the loose hair out of Korra's eyes so it wouldn't disturb her. But then Korra mumbled, "Are you okay?"
"You're really asking me that?" Asami almost laughed hysterically.
Korra frowned but didn't open her eyes. "Tarrlok bloodbent you. I felt it. It must've hurt."
Asami cringed, remembering the out of control sensation, but forced it out of her mind. Instead, she grabbed Korra's hand and held it between her own. Of course it was warm. This girl cared enough about her to ask if she was okay, when her own body was battered. The selflessness was soothing yet too much all at once. "I'm fine, promise. Now get some rest," Asami choked out.
"Kay." Korra squeezed Asami's hand and finally drifted off to sleep.