( it's korra. she could ask him for the moon and he'd find a way to rip it down out of the sky, carve it into an ocean of ash and dust for her. there isn't enough width too the makeshift tent for them to sit comfortably side-by-each so instead he pushes one wall back and then raises up a bench. he could probably just move the lump of rock he's sitting on, but he's not yet comfortable enough with the idea to do that, instead he gets up and swings himself around the fire, taking up a new seat on the bench. he's sitting with korra on his right-hand side, so he holds his arm out for her, the open space an obvious invitation for her to come curl into him. physical contact is still incredibly important to them both, even though it's bittersweet now.
he even tips his head to her, a gesture done with the jut of his jaw, a sort of curling beckon. )
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he even tips his head to her, a gesture done with the jut of his jaw, a sort of curling beckon. )
C'mere.