[The only reason she didn't look disappointed was because...well...she hadn't really expected much to begin with. Korra wasn't a magician. She couldn't--]
[waitwhatwasshe--]
[...oh...]
[Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the water. Not the fact that it was moving on its own (that much, she'd already known Korra could do), but of curiosity as to what she was going to do with said water. Give her a bath, maybe? Clean her wounds?]
[Except then she was coating her own hand with it, and Zatanna was breifly confused. What was that going to do?]
[Her eyes followed Korra's when the hand came closer to her cheek, and she felt...]
[...oh...]
[It was cold, but not unpleasantly so. Like a cool rag pressed over feverish skin. It spread down to her mouth, and she shut it to keep the water from going inside (just in case). The taste was pure. Fresh. Much nicer than the well water, even after a decent purification ritual.]
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[waitwhatwasshe--]
[...oh...]
[Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the water. Not the fact that it was moving on its own (that much, she'd already known Korra could do), but of curiosity as to what she was going to do with said water. Give her a bath, maybe? Clean her wounds?]
[Except then she was coating her own hand with it, and Zatanna was breifly confused. What was that going to do?]
[Her eyes followed Korra's when the hand came closer to her cheek, and she felt...]
[...oh...]
[It was cold, but not unpleasantly so. Like a cool rag pressed over feverish skin. It spread down to her mouth, and she shut it to keep the water from going inside (just in case). The taste was pure. Fresh. Much nicer than the well water, even after a decent purification ritual.]