( deeper. better, probably. that's fair - korra is by no means the best healer in the world, and she already has plenty of other talents registered under her name and title, that probably stealing any more would be overkill. she still bristles, a little, immature at the worst of times. the water drops and korra switches to fire, hands a hazy sort of burning, circling around his arm to sense for dark spirits, the way the fire sages had done to her after she lost her memory.

there isn't anything there. in short: this is about as healed as he's going to get, unless some other alien princess comes along and patches him up better. (not bitter.) )

I didn't—!

( she's on the defense immediately, sharp and loud, protective of the last shred of dignity she has left. but. her outburst just upsets her more, and she hangs her head, the jumpiness of the moment worn away like the tide on sand. )

I didn't mean it like that. I just ... it sounded like you were bottling that up for a long time. If I know anything about you, I know you're probably sitting on more that you just don't want to tell me. ( her shoulders rolls back, flames died down. her hand kind of lazily rests overtop his, not threading their fingers, thinking he'll probably push her away instead. ) You asked me to rely on our friendship, I think it's only fair that I ask the same from you.

( really really she's just waiting for him to say something about the asami thing. but there are another hundred traumas he's been through in the past long while, korra is sure he wouldn't have to dig far to find something he's never had the chance to talk about before. )