I coughed lightly, avoiding her gaze. "Um, Korra?"
"Hmm?"
"Please, don't fight the dragon. Not this time. Let me handle that one, and I'll…let you fight it next time."
I cringed, waiting for her to pout, or at the very least accuse me of stealing her fun, but she just stared at me, slowly nodding.
"Okay, then. What about Connor? Can I beat some sense into him?"
I looked at her helplessly, and she groaned, rubbing her forehead.
"That's R'lissea's fight, isn't it," she muttered.
"You and Gayron can help her, if you want," I said, "She'll need the support. She doesn't like being alone. Like me," I added, shyly curling a strand of hair around my finger. "But don't fight him. Your abilities aren't a good match for him. You can get hurt."
"Then how am I to help? "
