[His fingers draw her back again, not out of her disgust but into a frame of mind where she can smile. (There's a comfort in the contact and the affection it implies, but not much. Because if she could only have one, Korra would rather be strong and self-reliant than cared for.)]
I'm not going anywhere. [She squeezes his hand back and bumps his shoulder with hers. I'll be okay.
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I'm not going anywhere. [She squeezes his hand back and bumps his shoulder with hers. I'll be okay.
She always is, eventually.]