A wry, dry thought invaded Korra’s mind at the promise of making it up. The first thing in her head was ‘How? By having me locked up in the South Pole?’ and she actually bit down on her tongue.

Restraint wasn’t Korra’s strong suite and it took all of the self-control she’d been learning to stay perfectly, silently still. Somehow, she refrained from snapping that out.

"Don’t, worry about it. I mean I promised not to tell anything to Toph too, so it’s nothing new."