There wasn’t anything Korra would have liked better than for him to have been the kedan she was chasing, but that was dying away the more he spoke to Mako. Now that she wasn’t in the heat of the moment and geared up for a fight, it was becoming obvious. Of course because Mako kept a cool head, unlike her and the paranoid foreigner who she did not want to take her eyes off of. Not when he was still pointing that thing at them.

But she didn’t get much of a choice.

Before she could even say anything, Korra was off her feet and she gave Mako a disproving, embarrassed look, though it did feel good to not have to balance herself anymore. It felt like a retreat, something Korra hated. But she didn’t want to have the same thing happen to Mako.

"Okay, let’s go." The sooner they could get somewhere she could heal in Wood, the better. Her eyes lingered on the weapon and then to the foreigner. The last thing she was expecting to have happen.