You and Korra were tight— from best friends, to lovers. Today, at sunset, you sat down next to her as she watched the snow fall around the Southern Water Tribe’s lands.

She sighed and put her arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Usually she was upbeat, positive, determined.. she looked tired.

“Hey.. I’m sorry if I’m been distant. The North might try to attack, and our people are turning on me. I’m sorry, I haven’t given you much attention.” She mutters out, rubbing your waist.