[When he spoke, Korra instinctively looked up, both of her lips were between her teeth, clamping down on them to keep any emotions from the event bottles inside. She felt that to do so otherwise would somehow taint the carefree friendship they had. Both of them had been through events more serious than they played it off as, and admitting it would betray the kind of escape they created by bouncing off each other’s humor.

Nodding at his words, Korra let them sink in alongside Toph’s. They coincided, resonated, and reinforced the stableness Korra needed from them. Finally, she stopped clamping shut and her lips were white for a brief moment before the blood rushed the color back into them.]

Thanks.

…

We can drop it if you want. I just didn’t want you to be alone with it. [With the what-ifs and how-comes.] Talking about those kinds of things is the first step to getting over them.

[A lesson that had actually stuck with her.]