"Getting by?" Asked with an abundantly rich tone with a hint playful uncertainty, his body language a dead giveaway and the main reason the corner of her mouth curled into a smirk.

But she wasn't about to grill him on that. That's something she could fix before he left. As usual, she always had fish in her standing freezer.

"Yup! I finished healing my leg, not even a scar to show for it." She put up her boot onto the arm of the couch and peeled back her baggy blue pants up just past her knee. Sure enough, her leg showed almost nothing unless one was looking for it. A small crescent of lighter skin was the only indicator that something had opened. "Bone and all."

Having similar conversations at the hospital during the average week left Korra fairly desensitized to anything regarded in a medical manner.

"You didn't get any of those spores, did you?" And of course she was quick to turn the subject around. Deflect. A trait she had picked up from Jim, and now she wasn't even aware that she was doing it. Not when she wanted him over to talk about that very subject.