Toph listened with half an ear -- not because she wasn't genuinely interested, but her mind still spun. The sounds of the world outside as the door opened were more of a relief than she'd expected -- a sign that not every sense had abandoned her. Mentally, she tested herself, sorting out the individual voices of the kedan, the rumble of a cart, trying to place everything in space. It took effort . . . but it was a mental exercise she forced herself to manage. Reaching back, she pulled the door shut behind them both.

"It's fine," she proffered to Korra. "I can go faster.

She was keeping closer than an arm's length, though, her grip tightening on her friend's fingers.

"It's not like sea prunes, is it?" This was a return to the earlier thread of conversation.

Because if it was like sea prunes, Korra could enjoy that one on her own.