[ He watches the animal's enormous body drop with complete indifference. It falls with a thud across cracked earth and dry scrub, sending up a whorling waft of dust. Still breathing, and that's as far as his interest extends. Naga isn't his concern. Instead, he tucks his wires away, carefully, because if there's anyone out here -- a lurking threat -- then to be careless is to put Korra in deeper risk. ]
[ He closes the space between himself and Korra's prone body. His footfalls are soft in the burgeoning silence, his touch softer as he untangles the wire at her ankle, checks her pulse, scoops her up. He knows it was necessary to knock her out. But he can't repress a surge of remorse surfacing at the back of his throat like bile. Can't make the raw surface of his face harden. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She can't hear him, of course. But he hopes, when she awakens, that she'll give him a chance to explain himself. Hopes she'll understand that he can't let her head out alone. Not in her state. She's too precious to him to risk that way. ]
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[ He closes the space between himself and Korra's prone body. His footfalls are soft in the burgeoning silence, his touch softer as he untangles the wire at her ankle, checks her pulse, scoops her up. He knows it was necessary to knock her out. But he can't repress a surge of remorse surfacing at the back of his throat like bile. Can't make the raw surface of his face harden. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She can't hear him, of course. But he hopes, when she awakens, that she'll give him a chance to explain himself. Hopes she'll understand that he can't let her head out alone. Not in her state. She's too precious to him to risk that way. ]