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NOW
As Asami handed Senna her boots they began to hear the sound of footsteps thundering up the steps and down the upstairs hall. Placing Asami’s boots in the closet, Senna motioned for her to follow her to the living room where a blazing fire awaited. Asami settled under a blanket on the loveseat closest to the fireplace before turning to Senna, “Did she know I was coming?”
“I didn’t tell her. I thought you would tell her.”
Asami’s eyes widened. Somehow, I managed to drop in on her in the middle of nowhere.
“I suppose the ‘I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by’ excuse won’t work then.” She said with a laugh.
Senna chuckled and shook her head, “Definitely not. Are you getting warmed up? Want a tour?”
“I’m okay here for now.” Asami replied as she settled deeper into the loveseat. She could feel the stress from her travels melting away. The pressing thought she had had during her whole journey now firmly pushed to the back of her mind. She was here and she was going to do everything she could to help Korra.
Asami sat and thought about the last time she and Korra were together. It was at the hospital, during the first few days of Korra’s recovery and she thought it might hold the key to helping Korra.
THEN
Asami was answering the numerous emails that she was now receiving as the head of Future Industries new Home Security Division. Her father had surprised her with the position and insisted that she deserved it since she had come up with both the technology and the concept for how said technology would be put in place.
She was currently in a heated debate with the man completing the prototype, a job she would have preferred to do herself but she couldn’t keep herself from heading directly to the hospital after classes everyday and staying late into the night. Later, she told herself. I will build the proper prototype later.
Asami was there so often that the nurses and doctors usually briefed her on what was happening with Korra since Korra was conveniently “asleep.”She knew Korra was not asleep. While Korra was someone who needed and did, in fact, sleep a lot, Asami knew what it looked like when she was asleep and this was not it. But she didn’t say anything to Korra.
Every so often she would look at Korra from the corner of her eye and see those blue eyes locked on her. Korra was staring to make sure Asami was still there. If this is what Korra needs, I’ll sit in this chair for the rest of my life. She thought to herself, turning her attention back to her email.
Korra appreciated that Asami didn’t try to make her talk. She also didn’t treat Korra like a bomb that was about to explode or glass that was so full of fissures it would crack at any moment. Asami simply walked in, and sat. Some days she would be typing endlessly on her laptop. Other days she would sketch blueprints and call into work for meetings.
When Asami was there, Korra would usually pretend to sleep. Not because she didn’t want Asami to be there, truthfully, she didn’t want Asami to know that she was just staring at her. Asami was Korra’s life line, keeping her tethered to reality, if Asami was there and safe, so was Korra.
Korra couldn’t place why she felt this way. That was what she kept telling herself. In truth, she knew. She was in love with Asami Sato and had planned to ask her on a date before she was…
Asami was about to reply to an email from her father when it happened. She heard Korra gasp and turned to see that what had been the slow, consistent beating of Korra’s heart was now erratic and spiking causing an alarm to notify the nurses’ station. Closing her laptop, Asami quickly stood from the chair and climbed onto Korra’s bed. She grabbed Korra’s arms and gently eased her into a sitting position and pulled her forward, ignoring the weak fight Korra was putting up.
She cautiously eased herself behind Korra and moved her so that her back was flush with her chest and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Korra.” Asami said; she got no response. “Korra. I need you to breathe. Breathe with me, Korra.”
Asami felt Korra take a breath in as she did but not release it. “Korra, you are safe. I’m right here. Breathe with me or they’re gonna come in here and do it the not nice way.” At that Korra tensed more but was able to take in a few shaky breaths as Asami did. A nurse entered and Asami shot her a look indicating that she would press the call button if she needed her. This will not be a repeat of last time.
Last time, Asami hadn’t known what to do and had only been able to watch as Korra struggled through her panic attack. When the nurses couldn’t get her to control her breathing and lower her heart rate, she watched them swiftly plunge a needle into Korra’s arm. Seeing Korra go limp like that was a sight she never wanted to see again so she had researched techniques to help guide people to getting their breathing and heart rates back under control.
After about 10 minutes of Korra matching Asami’s breathing, her heart rate was back to normal and Asami called for the nurse. Korra turned her head and gave her a look she knew too well. Why did you do that?
“They have to check your stitches because I moved you; I tried to be gentle but I just want to be sure.” Asami said as she extricated herself from behind Korra. “I’m going to call my dad while they check on you.”
She couldn’t breathe. That one thought, not even to completion was her undoing. Korra felt like someone had walked up to her bed and placed an elephant on her chest. I can’t breathe. The more Korra thought that to herself, the worse it became. She was gasping for air but nothing could fill her lungs.
Korra laid back in bed and shut her eyes, willing her body to do what it usually did so naturally and having no success. Then the feel of someone’s hands pulling at her arms and moving her body forward. No, no, not again. I can do it. She wanted to say the words but she couldn’t.
Suddenly she felt someone behind her and felt arms wrap around her waist. Korra looked down and saw pale hands.
“Korra.” whispered a voice too far for her to reach.
“Korra. I need you to breathe. Breathe with me, Korra.” closer this time. Korra tried to take a breath when she felt the body behind her do the same but couldn’t manage to breathe it out.
“Korra, you are safe. I’m right here. Breathe with me or they’re gonna come in here and do it the not nice way.”
No.
Korra focused and managed to take a few shaky breaths like the voice had instructed. She heard footsteps approach and then rapidly retreat. She opened her eyes and looked down at the hands that were holding her in place. She moved her hands to cover them and focused on how they felt. Slightly rough, a few calluses. Asami’s hands. She felt her body relax at the thought, the weight on her chest lifting some.
She didn’t know how long they sat like that but soon heard the sound of the call button being pressed. Korra quickly turned around searching Asami’s face.
“They have to check your stitches because I moved you; I tried to be gentle but I just want to be sure.” Asami said as she felt her get up from behind her. “I’m going to call my dad while they check on you.”
Korra watched as Asami left the room, stopping to speak to the nurse who was about to enter. The nurse nodded her head and quickly marched up to Korra’s bed.
“May I?” she asked.
Korra gave a curt nod and lifted her shirt. The nurse leaned and and poked around a little bit before straightening up and telling Korra, “You’re all good. Nothing popped.” and heading out the door. She closed her eyes as she waited for Asami to return but when she woke up, Senna was in her place.
Senna saw that her daughter was awake and took her hand.
“Asami had to go take care of some work at Future Industries. She told me to tell you that she would be back tonight and would stay if you want her to.”
Korra thought about it. It’s a Friday night so she doesn’t have class tomorrow.
“I would like that.” She said quietly.
Senna nodded and pulled out her phone to call Asami. When she was done talking to Asami, Senna moved to sit on the side of Korra’s bed and rubbed her back.
“How are you feeling today?”
Korra let out a sigh. Everyday. She thought to herself. No, she’s your mom, she cares about you. She corrected herself and thought back to when she was little and her mom would perform the same actions she was now. Rubbing her back when she was scared. Only this time the fear wouldn’t subside.
“A little better.”
Senna smiled. Short sentences are better than no sentences. She thought to herself. But I’m not going to push her.
“Do you want anything special for dinner tonight? Your dad said he would pick something up before he gets here.”
Korra nodded and wrote out the name of a restaurant and two orders on a nearby piece of paper.
Kwong’s To-Go
Korra - noodle soup w/seafood
Asami - vegetable dumplings
Senna smiled and took a picture of the order and sent it to Tonraq and sent a text to Asami that there would be dinner for her at the hospital when she arrived.
When Asami returned to the hospital Senna was waiting for her in the lobby with dinner in tow. Asami took one look at the box from Kwong’s To-Go and she let out a small squeal of excitement.
“I was worried when she ordered you vegetable dumplings but I stand corrected.” Senna laughed.
Asami quickly unwrapped the chopsticks that sat atop the box and began to dig in.
“How has she been since I left?” Asami asked between bites of dumpling.
“Quiet. The nurse told me what you did for her. Thank you.”
Asami shrugged. “It was no big deal.”
“You’ll have to teach me whatever it is you did. She’s being released in two days.”
“Two days?”
“Yes, and we’ll take her back to the south until we can be sure she’s safe and for the rest of her recovery.”
Asami nodded and stared down at the remaining dumplings in the box. She had suddenly lost her appetite.
NOW
Korra raced up the stairs. To say she was blindsided by the arrival of her best friend would be an understatement. Asami had offered to come with her when she was leaving the hospital but Korra had brushed her off. She didn’t want Asami wasting her time in the south when she could be working and getting ready for her last year of school.
Korra reached her room and looked around. Clothes covered every surface. She could no longer tell what was clean and what was dirty. Her unmade bed added to the idea that a tornado had come through her room and the few remaining boxes that had been shipped back from the apartment sat untouched in the corner.
Shower first, clean later. She thought to herself.
When Korra was done cleaning, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen where she found her mother chopping vegetables.
“Hi, sweetie. How was your shower?”
“Good.” Korra said as she slid into a seat at the kitchen table. She thought for a moment. “Where’s Asami?”
Asami was slowly pulled back to reality when she felt gentle hands lift her legs and set them down on what she could only describe as familiar bumpiness. Korra. She kept her eyes closed not wanting to wake up and face whatever her unannounced presence had caused Korra to feel.
She felt Korra shift a little and heard the sound of the other half of the loveseat start to recline. Korra then pulled on the blanket Asami had cocooned herself in so it covered her as well and laid back.
“I know you’re not asleep.” barely a whisper.
Asami opened her eyes a crack and squinted at the girl laid back next to her. The blue eyed gaze that met hers was unreadable; nothing like what she was used to seeing but she couldn’t help but smile.
“Hi.” Asami breathed out. “I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I’d stop by.”
Korra snorted and rolled her eyes. There’s my girl. Asami thought to herself before continuing.
“I’m sorry, it seems that your mom and I both thought the other would tell you I was coming and we didn’t figure that out until we got here and you ran up the stairs. I should have told you. I can go home if yo-”
“No, it’s okay.” Korra interrupted, her gaze set firmly on the fire before them.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if you want me to leave.”
Korra’s gaze shifted and settled on Asami. After a moment she closed her eyes and nodded. Asami settled back into the cushions of the loveseat and drifted back to sleep.
THEN
Korra stood stoically on the deck of the ship and watched Republic City fade from view. She and her mother were travelling by boat because when Senna had mentioned taking a plane home, Korra had immediately had a panic attack because of the thought of such a confined space. It would take some extra time, but now, Korra had nothing but time. She didn’t have to worry about school, or basketball, or any of her other responsibilities and while many people would be relieved by that, Korra was devastated.
She had wanted to try and stay in the city but her parents and doctors said it would be best to continue her physical recovery in the South and to start her mental recovery with her long-time therapist Katara.
Katara was the one person in Korra’s life who knew all her secrets. Asami was a close second but Korra hadn’t quite opened up to her all the way. Katara had walked Korra through how to overcome her tendency to be overly aggressive and her severe phobia of enclosed spaces. Korra signed, I haven’t had to see Katara in years and now I feel like I’m back at square one...worse than square one actually...I can’t even think about flying.
After she could no longer see the cityscape, Korra moved to sit on one of the many benches of the deck. She wanted to stay in the open air for as long as she could since she would be in a small cabin with her mother overnight. This is so stupid. I should be able to go and lay down on the bed and take a nap. She thought to herself.
Korra tried to will herself to get off the bench and go lay down but her body wouldn’t budge as she began to think about how close the walls were to the bed and how tiny the window was. Thankfully, Senna joined her on the bench and took her hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“You okay? You look like you’re miles away, sweetie.”
Korra shook her head, trying to clear the memories that were surging to the forefront of her mind. She blinked rapidly before turning to face her mother with pursed lips that gave away her struggle. Senna wrapped her daughter in a tight embrace and began to rub circles on her back as she softly sang the lullaby she had always used to calm Korra when she was a baby.
She felt herself relax and Senna loosened her grip on her daughter before looking her in the eyes. “You’re going to get through this. You’re the strongest person I know.”
Korra lowered her head to Senna’s shoulder and tried to fight back the tears that were sitting in the corners of her eyes. “What if I don’t?” she whispered.
Asami couldn’t bring herself to see Korra off from the dock. She had officially moved back into her father’s house and, since the movers were unsure of what belonged to who, she had carefully packed all of Korra’s belongings into boxes and had them shipped to Tonraq and Senna’s home. The sadness she was feeling buried itself deeper into her heart with each item she tucked away and she knew she would not be able to see Korra off. Instead she slipped a note into one of the boxes for Korra to find when she unpacked her belongings and said a brief goodbye to her at the hospital the night before she left.
It had been a week and she was struggling. Asami knew Korra was safe and being well taken care of but she wanted to be the one to see it. To hold her hand and calm her down if she needed to. Instead, she was stuck in Republic City, attending classes and trying to muddle her way through the fog of missing her best friend.
Mako, Bolin and Opal had invited her over to the boy’s apartment but the whole time Asami was there all Asami could think about was how Korra and Mako would have been arguing over something stupid and that Opal would shoot her that look. The look that said you need to tell Korra how you feel . It was nice but it wasn’t perfect.
Jinora was also a daily presence in her life; if only to make sure Asami ate at least one meal a day. Her father checked in on her in her office whenever she was at Future Industries and would pull her from the workshop each night to ensure she got enough sleep. Asami was grateful for the people who were surrounding her with love and support but didn’t know what to do to make herself feel better.
The semester came to a close and Asami gave her junior presentation which was met with great interest from several Research and Development groups and congratulations that poured in from her friends and family but it still felt hollow.
One day, shortly before Opal was to return to Zaofu for the summer, Asami met her and Jinora for lunch at Narook’s. When she walked into the restaurant, Opal and Jinora were waiting for her and she slid into the booth and slumped down so her head rested on the table.
“I waited too long.” She wanted to scream but it came out so that only her friends could hear it.
Opal and Jinora glanced at each other unsure of what to say.
“I waited too long and now she’s gone and I’m miserable and she hasn’t even talked to me in the last two weeks.” Asami’s voice cracked on the last word and Opal quickly moved herself to Asami’s side of the table and pulled her into a hug.
“You didn’t wait too long.” Opal tried to soothe but the hug and her kind words caused the dam that Asami had been trying to hold to break. She began to sob uncontrollably and Jinora quickly went to find their waiter to change their order so that it would be to-go.
Opal was doing her best to get Asami to understand that she never could have predicted things would happen the way they did. She reminded Asami that she had planned on telling Korra that night but had never gotten the chance.
Asami sat up to look at Opal, her mascara leaving dark trails down her pale face. “But...but I wrote her a note. I stuck it in the box and she hasn’t said anything…”
Jinora had returned with the check in hand. “What do you mean you wrote her a note?” she asked.
Asami was slowly regaining her composure but she still needed a moment to pull her thoughts together before she could explain the contents of the note.
“She probably hasn’t found it yet,” Opal said. “If I know Korra, she won’t unpack everything right away.”
Asami nodded, Opal was probably right and she was about to say as much when they were interrupted by her phone ringing. Asami gave an apologetic smile as she reached into her bag to find her phone. She was tempted to send the caller straight to voicemail but when she looked that the caller I.D. it was Senna.
When Korra arrived home she looked at the boxes that had been brought up to her room and sighed. The familiar handwriting on the outside of the boxes was enough to make her wish she was back in Republic City in a hospital bed with the hand that wrote the words just a few feet away. She sighed and started to move the boxes that didn’t contain clothes to the corner of her room. I’ll take care of those...eventually. She thought to herself.
Truthfully, she was hoping that she would never have to unpack then and could just send them back to Republic City in August. She was planning on returning to school at the start of the next year and she didn’t want to be bothered with having to pack again.
Having put away the clothes she usually folded, she moved to put the remaining clothes in her closet but found that she couldn’t bring herself to actually walk into the space. Korra started into the darkness of the closet. She knew the lightswitch was just beyond the door frame to the left. All she had to do was take a step forward but she couldn’t. The door. She thought to herself before turning and walking down the stairs and out the back yard to her father’s workshop.
Korra took a few minutes to search for the right tools in the drawers of the tool cabinet before finding the right one for the job. When she walked back in the house, her mother noticed her and was about to say something but Korra beat her to it.
“Will you help me?” she asked softly, almost like she was afraid.
“Of course, sweetie.”
It had been two weeks since Senna and Korra had arrived back home and little progress was being made. Senna had helped Korra remove the doors from her en suite bathroom and closet on the first day they returned but that had been her last true glimpse into her daughter’s state of mind. After that, Korra had shut down again. The tiny bit of progress she had made in the hospital had waned. The only person she spoke full sentences to was her therapist, Katara. Otherwise, Korra stayed in her room and only came out of it for meals.
Senna sat and thought about the time at the hospital and what had helped Korra the most. She tried to point to everything but the true answer first; the doctors, the nurses, the added security but she knew those weren’t what had brightened her daughter’s spirit, even if it had only been a little bit.
She reached for her phone and called Asami.
“Hello? Senna, is everything alright?”
Senna could hear the din of a restaurant in the background and Asami saying excuse me to other patrons as she tried to make her way out.
“Hi Asami. Everything’s fine. Well as fine as it can be for now, I was actually calling because I had a question for you.”
“Uhhhh...sure. What is it?”
“I was wondering if you would be willing to come stay down here for a little while. Korra seemed to be doing really well at the hospital when you were there and she has kind of regressed to not speaking at all to anyone but Katara.”
Senna heard Asami take in a sharp breath.
“I think...yeah, if I move some stuff around I could do that. I would have to work from there but I can send all the equipment I would need and then you all could be the first to get the -”
Senna cut her off, “Asami, you’re rambling.”
“Oh, sorry. Yes. I should be able to do that.”
“Are you sure, only come if you want to, not because you feel you have to.”
“Senna, there is nothing I would rather do than try to help Korra.”
Senna breathed a sigh of relief as Asami added, “Plus I can test out the new security system at your house if you wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m sure Tonraq would love that. When can you come?”
“By the time I gather everything I’ll need and finish the prototype…” Asami trailed off as she did some quick mental math. “Probably about two weeks from now, if that’s okay.”
“Whatever time you need to get ready is perfect Asami. Thank you. Thank you so much for all you’ve done and all you will do. I’ll send you a list of essentials for the cold tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
“Thank you, again. I’ll see you in two weeks. Send me all your information and we’ll reimburse you the cost.”
“You really don’t have to do tha-”
“Please, Asami, it’s the least we can do.”
“Okay. I’ll have all the information sent to you by tomorrow evening.”
“Bye, Asami.”
“Bye, Senna.”
Opal and Jinora joined Asami outside the restaurant. They couldn’t help but notice that their friend’s entire demeanor was different.
“Good news?” Opal inquired.
“Yes and no.” Asami replied and began to walk in the direction of Jinora’s apartment.
Jinora and Opal exchanged a confused glance. Before Jinora followed Asami and asked, “Are you gonna tell us?”
“Well, Korra has stopped talking to anyone who isn’t her therapist. So Senna asked if I would come to stay to see if I could help since she kind of talked to me in the hospital.”
The trio walked in silence for a moment before Opal asked what was on all their minds.
“How are you going to help?”
“To be honest, I’m not really sure but I’m going to try my best. It’s what Korra would do for any of us.”
They had arrived at Jinora’s and waited patiently for Jinora to fish her keys out of her backpack to let them in. Once inside, they settled around the dining table and pulled out their food before circling back to the issue of how to help Korra.
“What were you doing in the hospital that helped her?”
“Nothing too special, really. I snuck her better food and sat next to her and worked. We didn’t really talk or anything. I just sat there.”
“That’s it?” Jinora looked at her with incredulity.
“She didn’t want to talk and I didn’t want to make her so, yeah.”
“But then she talked to you?” Opal questioned.
Asami rocked from side to side in her chair. “Kind of? She would say thank you and it was mostly nonverbal communication outside of things like that.”
“Okay, so you’re a good calming presence for her.” Jinora stated as though Asami should have known that all along.
“I guess but if that’s all I’ve got then why did I agree to go?” Asami sighed and got up to begin pacing the room.
“You know why.” Opal replied firmly.
Asami stopped mid stride. “I do. But now is not really the time for that, is it?”
Jinora and Opal thought for a moment. Before Jinora, ever the diplomat, said “It might not or it could be just what she needs.”
Asami sighed. She would have to figure it out as she went.
Korra started at the ceiling of her bedroom. She had left her room for breakfast and her session with Katara earlier in the day but she wasn’t feeling like going down to dinner. Each session drained her mentally and emotionally which meant that her tolerance for the presence of others, especially others who worried over her, was minimal.
She heard a gentle knock on the door but made no move to get up to answer it and didn’t call out in response. Korra continued to lay still eyes glued to the glow-in-the-dark plastic stars that had been carefully placed there when she was five. She heard the door open and turned to see her father hovering between the hall and her room. Korra gave him a quick nod as if to say you can come in.
Tonraq took a tentative step into his daughter’s room before crossing to her and gently sitting on the corner of her bed. He placed a hand on her ankle and looked at her for a moment before asking if she was going to come to dinner. Korra almost said no but then her stomach growled so loudly that she thought it might have vibrated the bed.
Her father laughed and removed his hand, now offering it to her to help her off the bed. When Korra stood, he wrapped his arms around her and she felt like she was a little girl again. She had been away so often the past few years, she had forgotten how safe she felt when he hugged her. Korra stiffened a little when she heard her father sniffle but soon relaxed again when he let go and walked out of her room.
She was quiet as usual during dinner but that no longer seemed to bother her parents and after she helped her mother clean up, she headed back to the quiet of her room to gaze at the plastic and hope she would sleep peacefully.
NOW
Asami was awakened again by a gentle shake of her shoulder. Senna was peering down at her and saying something that Asami’s brain couldn’t process. Her deep sense of comfort and the warmth from the fire and Korra were keeping her in the twilight zone of sleep. Asami shook her head, trying to get her brain to catch up to the present.
“What?” she managed to croak out. Her throat slightly sore from the dry air.
Senna’s voice finally broke through the final fog of sleep. “Dinner is ready,” she said and she moved to wake Korra as well.
Senna hesitated before placing her hand on Korra’s shoulder and Asami immediately saw why. Korra practically jumped off the loveseat and let out a gasp. Senna quickly cupped Korra’s face in her hands and looked into her eyes whispering a series of phrases that Asami didn’t quite catch. I’ll have to find out what that is so I can use it if I ever need to. After a moment, Korra relaxed back into the couch and turned her head toward Asami.
Asami gazed back at her wondering why she wasn’t getting up to head to dinner. She cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrow to say are you gonna get up? Korra gave her a small smirk before tapping her legs. Asami blushed when she realized that she was effectively pinning Korra to the couch and quickly moved to get up.
Dinner passed with pleasant conversation between Asami, Senna and Tonraq. Korra occasionally nodded when they tried to include her but she was content to sit and listen. When they were done eating Senna and Korra began to clear the dishes from the table, and Tonraq turned to Asami.
“I put all of your boxes in the room next to Korra’s. I didn’t know which one had the system so I can help you bring that one down if you want.”
“Thanks, we can do that tomorrow sometime. It should only take me a few hours to install and then I can walk you through how it works if you want.” Asami answered.
“Sounds good. Take as much time as you need with it. I just want my daughter to be safe and this will definitely help me feel that she is. Was this something that had been in the works for a while?”
Senna and Korra returned carrying dessert and plates and started to dish out servings for everyone. Asami paused, unsure what to say but Tonraq looked at her expectantly. She clenched her hands together and shifted her gaze to her half empty glass.
“Ummm...no. I...uh started it the day after...I made it for…” she trailed off as she felt Korra’s eyes on her. Asami cleared her throat and tried to continue. “I made it because I couldn’t believe that no one came to help or check on what was happening. I want to make sure that no one ever has to worry about...what Korra went through.”
“Asami, you created a whole new piece of technology and a new department of Future Industries because of Korra?” Senna asked.
Asami shrugged her shoulders, “It’s nothing, anyone else would do the same thing.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” Tonraq replied, “It is a big deal and not everyone would even think to do something like you’ve done.”
She didn’t know what to say or do so she just picked up her fork and began to poke at the dessert that was placed in front of her. Korra and her parents soon followed her lead and soon all the dessert was gone and plates were once again being cleared from the table.
“Korra began to reach for Asami and Tonraq’s plates but she was stopped when Senna asked her if she would show Asami to her room. Korra nodded and then held out her hand to Asami. Asami stared at it for a few seconds too long before taking hold of it and allowing herself to be led up the stairs and down the hall to her room.
When they arrived, Korra showed her where Tonraq had put all of her belongings and then pointed to the two doors in the room.
“Bathroom. Closet. If you need anything I’m the next door down the hall.” She said and turned to leave.
“Korra.” Asami said before she made it out the door.
Korra slowly turned around.
“It’s good to see you. I missed you.”
Asami found herself locked in Korra’s gaze. The slightest smile played on Korra’s lips before she turned and walked down the hall to her own room.