Chapter 29

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“Asami, you need a day to yourself like…Not being on Avatar duty.” Korra stated, earning a questioning glance.
“But…” Asami began, only to be cut off by her best friend’s pointed look.
“I’ll just be seeing how long I can stand. Like yesterday.” Korra argued softly, earning a glare and a sigh
“Fine.”
Korra knew that she had someway offended Asami by the way that she spoke.
Shit
The avatar mentally yelled as she reached over and put a hand on the heiress’s
“I just want you to get some rest…that’s all. You’ve been taking care of me a lot lately and you deserve a break.”
As she said these words she could see Asami’s eyes soften.
“Okay Korra….just don’t overdo it okay?” the inventor responded, squeezing the other teen’s hand that lay atop her own.
“I won’t.” Korra assured, smiling gently at the taller figure who couldn’t help but grin back.
“Well…Let’s get you to Katara’s hut then.” Asami relented, seeing the deep bedded concern in her friend’s gaze.
Korra groaned in frustration as she sunk back down into her chair, head buried in her hands.
“But she’s a girl Katara…how can one girl have feelings for another?” she stated, earning a chuckle from the older water bender.
“Love is blind Korra. It does not judge by gender, skin color, height, weight, or ability.” Katara answered, only to earn a glare.
“But what should I do? I mean she’s my best friend and I sure as hell don’t want to lose her!” the teen exclaimed, only to earn a smile.
“That is up to you young one.”
Meanwhile Asami was walking around the village, Naga following closely at her side as they made their way through the streets. No one seemed phased by the new comer, having taken one look at the familiar beast beside of her to know why she was there.
Asami paused to glance over the wares that a elderly woman was selling from a small stall beside the road. Her eyes landing on a pair of arm bands that seemed to be made out of a thick fabric.
Her mind instantly flashed back to how Korra would sometimes jerk way from any contact at the entry point of the mercury; obviously being reminded of the pain of the liquid metal being bent into her.  

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