"I can't believe that guy," Korra said, staring after Fyren with a frown. "The temerity to use us like that…"
"He's just worried about Xiviyah," Luke said, dismissing her with a turn of his head, looking at me. His expression softened, his voice falling to a whisper. "Like I am."
His violet eyes stared into mine. My heart skipped a beat, a familiar warmth blossoming in my chest. I drifted closer, gripping my skirt. His eyes caught the twitch of my tail, and flicked over to Korra. She dipped her head in a slight, encouraging nod, and he reached out, smoothing a hand over my shoulder, the other brushing my hip. My cheeks reddened, overly conscious of Korra's amused smile, but I relaxed, enjoying the strength with which he took me in his arms, his hand sliding up my back, the other holding my head against his chest. His heart pounded against my cheek, and I took a deep breath, breathing in his familiar scent, mingled with lingering ash.
