"Sokka never washed it. Even if you didn't have a good sense of smell, you could catch it five miles off."

The small smile re-emerged. "Thanks . . . That really all means a lot. And . . . yeah. I think staying with you for a while would be good."

Toph, on her end, wasn't worried about the nature of her décor . . . but the broad emptiness of the space, indiscernible and foreign, was deafening in its vastness. In it, she was small, inept. Angry.

She closed her eyes for a moment, wavering on whether or not she wanted to give voice to the constantly pinging thought in her head. If she wanted her fear that visible.

At any other moment, she might have stayed silent. But with Korra's release of some of her own walls, she allowed it to come out.

". . . It'll come back. Won't it?"