[ He leaves the mage waiting in the upstairs lobby, before making his way to the room. A cursory knock, then he lets himself in. Korra is, predictably, asleep under the quilt. But it's not a calm slumber: he watches her tic and twitch, giving off heavy fumes of frustration even in repose. The dreams, evidently, haven't subsided. Something churns in Hei's stomach: disquiet, and a weird sensation that is sister to shame. He has no idea what she's seeing -- but it's terrible that she should be seeing anything at all. ]
[ Even as a spy, he thinks there is such a thing as Too Much Information. Especially if it just rubs salt on your wounds. ]
[ Reaching out, he touches her shoulder -- a light skim of fingertips. ]
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Date: 2014-11-09 09:24 pm (UTC)[ Even as a spy, he thinks there is such a thing as Too Much Information. Especially if it just rubs salt on your wounds. ]
[ Reaching out, he touches her shoulder -- a light skim of fingertips. ]
Hey. Wake up.