( his expression sort of undergoes a series of shifts, from happy and contented to confused to. set, as if he's expecting some horrible recrimination. he knows korra well enough to read the language of her body, and he. just. sort of.
extricates himself out from beneath her so he can sit a short distance away. his brows are drawn down in serious consideration. )
What? Is she here? Is she okay?
( if so, it's an odd time to bring that up, but. you know. korra doesn't have the world's best timing. )
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extricates himself out from beneath her so he can sit a short distance away. his brows are drawn down in serious consideration. )
What? Is she here? Is she okay?
( if so, it's an odd time to bring that up, but. you know. korra doesn't have the world's best timing. )