Asami gasped for breath, collapsing in a chair behind her as she surveyed her allies and held her blood-soaked stump that used to be an arm. ”Good job, guys,” she gasped, tiredly, closing her eyes for a moment and trying not to focus on the pain, but on Korra’s face. She wondered what Korra would look like with a shaved head and arrows…hot, she decided.
“I miss Korra,” she heard herself, murmuring out, to no one in particular. “Mulan, do you have anyone back home?” She sighed, opened her eyes and blinked at the ceiling. “Korra is the best Avatar anyone could ask for. Before her, I used to date Mako.” She rolled her eyes. “He always wore his stupid police uniform and made me call him ‘officer Mako’ all the time. Even in bed.”
As she spoke, she felt the pain ebbing away. Speaking of Korra made her stronger and she suddenly found herself smiling. “But, not Korra. I call her Avatar Korra sometimes, to tease her.”
I hear Asami talking about Mako and Korra. Wonder what everyone back home thinks of us two working together. I'm not sure my friends in the Red Lotus would like it, but a common goal unites us. We both want to get home to our loved ones. Working together versus fighting one another will help us get home. I approach Asami slowly so as to not disturb her. With one sweep of my arms, I scoop her up in my own arms and fly off. "Don't argue. You're in no condition to walk." I can already hear the earful I'm going to get from Asami let alone P'Li.