[She listens raptly, keeping her eyes on Steve the entire time. It's not the first time someone's told her leaning on your friends is completely normal, and a good thing. But everything else is new, and she drinks the words in quietly, even if they strike a little too close to home.
She isn't the same Korra who walked into Republic City for the first time, nor is she the same Korra who woke up in Haven. She hasn't escaped from any of her experienced unscathed. But what is her limit? Her breaking point? She isn't too sure of it herself, or maybe she does know and can't bring herself to admit it completely.
(She's the Avatar. She doesn't, shouldn't, have a breaking point.)
Korra drops her gaze back down to her hands, aware of the cup of tea he's placed before her.]
What about-- [She stops, uncertain if she should continue.] Nightmares? And feeling...off, even if you aren't really hurt. Injured. [Korra eventually trails off and reaches for her cup, just so she has something to hold onto.]
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She isn't the same Korra who walked into Republic City for the first time, nor is she the same Korra who woke up in Haven. She hasn't escaped from any of her experienced unscathed. But what is her limit? Her breaking point? She isn't too sure of it herself, or maybe she does know and can't bring herself to admit it completely.
(She's the Avatar. She doesn't, shouldn't, have a breaking point.)
Korra drops her gaze back down to her hands, aware of the cup of tea he's placed before her.]
What about-- [She stops, uncertain if she should continue.] Nightmares? And feeling...off, even if you aren't really hurt. Injured. [Korra eventually trails off and reaches for her cup, just so she has something to hold onto.]