"Hey, Xiv?" Korra's voice was soft and solemn as she brushed my hair. "I heard about Alex."
My stomach clenched, and I nodded, pulling the comb into a knot. I winced, but she tugged it through without even noticing.
"To think that, after all this time, he still hadn't forgotten you. That slimy bastard. I wish Luke hadn't gone so hard on him so that I could get my hands around his neck."
"H-hey, gentle," I protested as she cleared another snarl with an agitated yank.
"Ah, sorry. Keep forgetting how sensitive you are."
"I'm not sensitive. You're just really strong. Normal people notice if you try to pull their hair out."
"Normal, huh? Been like seven levels since I was a normal person. So, anyway, tell me about you and Luke."
"W-what?" I squeaked, growing red. "There's, um, nothing to say?"
She snorted. "I'm not blind, Xiviyah. Or deaf, for that matter. Turns out the Fatesworn gossip like barmaids."
