Even younger Toph had ears like a bat, picking up even the half-sound of Korra's voice among the cicadas.

"Not even my parents," was her mutter, crouching deeper into the reeds. A sharp gesture of her hand, and their footprints in the mud faded. "Guards. And my nurse."

She shut up as a man jogged past the pond -- though he barely gave it or the reeds a second glance.