[ Avatar business. That begs the question -- begs and answers it in the same breath, actually. Exhaling slowly, Hei eases his shoulders into something less tense, on-edge. Steps back, and gestures for her to come inside, trying to connect the dots out of the swirl of details in Korra's appearance; the smudges of weariness under her eyes, the furtive blockiness of her usual smooth movements, the subtly imploring murmur of her little voice. ]
[ She's just been in a fight. A big one. No need to ask who won: she stands at his doorstep, the evident victor. Except it's been years since he's seen that flicker in her eyes, uncertain as a candle-flame. ]
[ Shutting the door behind her, he asks, more habit than any need to fill in the silence, ]
You want tea? With extra kick?
[ The Fireside recipe he used to brew for her: a dash of spiced rum, frothing black tea, and a single floating wedge of lemon. ]
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[ She's just been in a fight. A big one. No need to ask who won: she stands at his doorstep, the evident victor. Except it's been years since he's seen that flicker in her eyes, uncertain as a candle-flame. ]
[ Shutting the door behind her, he asks, more habit than any need to fill in the silence, ]
You want tea? With extra kick?
[ The Fireside recipe he used to brew for her: a dash of spiced rum, frothing black tea, and a single floating wedge of lemon. ]