Asami yawned loudly. She raised a hand to cover her mouth after the fact, realizing just how slow her reaction time had become. She blinked slowly, feeling lingering tears of sleepiness in the corners of her eyes. Her head felt heavy and blurry. She probably wouldn't be able to get any more work done, and she imagined she was only a few minutes from falling asleep at her desk. Her eyes fell to the paperwork laid out in front of her, forgetting what she was even working on. She'd have to finish it in the morning.

She dropped her pen onto the table and elevated a hand to the small glasses she had perched on the bridge of her nose. Sometime in the last couple of years, Asami realized that working long hours drawing and writing small things on small paper was a lot easier with a visual aid. A certain someone recently started calling them "work glasses," which Asami begrudgingly accepted. At least she didn't need to wear them all the time. She pinched the center of the frame and lifted the lenses from her face, setting them down on the flat surface of the desk.

Asami turned in her swivel chair, stretching her arms and legs out. She arched her back to work out a few kinks, groaning as she worked some of the tension out of her joints. Her eyes wandered lazily to a nearby clock, and she huffed at herself for how late she had managed to stay up. She began to reach for the nearby lamp to put it out when she heard a noise coming from the hallway. She paused and looked up, eyes snapping wide to look through the open door. She held her breath, waiting to catch the sound again, or a glimpse of movement. Whatever it was, it made her blood pump nervously.

Through the door came a silhouette of a small person. The figure walked slowly, dragging a fluffy shape across the floor. Asami exhaled slowly, relaxing once she realized who was moving around in the hallway. The tiny person turned to stand in the doorway, lifting the fluffy shape — a plush buffalo yak — and hugging it. A pair of cyan eyes blinked in Asami's direction. "Mommy?" a quiet voice asked.

"Yes, honey," Asami said warmly. She leaned forward in her chair, extending both of her arms to invite her daughter closer. "What are you doing up at this hour?" she asked, even though she was fairly certain she knew the answer already.

Tomiko looked very tired, rubbing one of her eyes. The young girl walked across the room and into Asami's arms, allowing herself to be held for a few seconds. She settled back into a standing position in front of Asami after being released, looking up at her with tired eyes. "I had a bad dream," she said plainly.

Asami sat back in her chair to relax again. Almost as soon as she moved, Tomiko's small hand raised toward her. Asami took the cue, giving the girl a tug to pull her onto the chair and into her lap. Tomiko turned around to sit, and Asami looped both hands around her to lend whatever comfort she could. Tomiko sat simply, plopping the buffalo yak into her lap to squeeze. Asami smiled at Tomiko's apparent contentment, but wanted to set her daughter's mind at ease. "Your mom has bad dreams too sometimes. But you know they aren't real. You don't have to be afraid."

Tomiko raised the plush toy, bouncing it idly to play with it. She seemed more awake now, now that they started having a conversation. "I know. I'm not scared now," she said matter-of-factly.

Asami nodded slowly, relieved to hear that. She lowered her head to plant a small kiss on the top of Tomiko's messy-haired head. "So what was your dream about?" she asked curiously.

"Big scary spirit monsters," Tomiko explained. "But Mom said most spirits are nice."

"They tend to be," Asami agreed. With Korra, she had seen a lot of the Spirit World, on a few separate occasions. Eventually she came to understand spirits much better, and in hindsight wished she had treated them with more respect earlier in her life. Hopefully at least Tomiko would have a better understanding of the world around her. "As long as you stay positive, they're usually helpful and friendly. And if you keep working on your meditation, it'll be even easier to connect with them."

"Meditation is boooooooring," Tomiko complained. She began to fidget distractedly, kicking her short legs over the edge of the chair. She turned her head, looking around, eventually laying eyes on the project Asami had been working on. "What are you doing?" she asked, pointing.

Asami blinked, looking up at the surface to survey the sketch and collection of notes. "Oh, just work stuff. I've been working on a new car. I was going to build a few models tomorrow if you want to help me."

Tomiko looked up at Asami, starting to grin at the proposition. "Okay."

Asami smiled in response. Tomiko was always very interested in whatever new task Asami was working on. The girl still loved building things. While Asami imagined that having a child would keep her from working as much, having Tomiko around actually helped fuel her imagination and spark her interest. Even if she had less actual time, she felt far more productive in the time she did have. She moved to pat her daughter on the head. "But right now it's late. We should both get some sleep. You want me to tuck you in?"

Tomiko squirmed, moving her arms to embrace the small plush toy. She spoke in a quiet and bashful tone. "I don't want to sleep by myself."

Asami tilted her head, but continued to smile. "You aren't by yourself. You have Mister Mochi." She lowered a hand, poking the buffalo yak on its button nose. The reply made Tomiko giggle. Asami chuckled quietly as well, always brightened by seeing her daughter in a good mood. "But you can sleep in our bed tonight if you want to."

Tomiko hugged her toy tighter, nodding quietly in response to the offer.

Asami pushed forward in the chair. She wrapped both arms around Tomiko to lift her, hefting her weight down to the floor. Afterward, she pushed to stand as well, stopping to stretch and feel a few pops along her back. Her eyes fell to watch Tomiko bouncing in place. Asami envied her youth, but interacting with Tomiko did make her feel more energetic and mischievous. She lowered a hand for her daughter to take. "Come on, let's go wake up your mom."

Tomiko reached up to take her mother's hand. Asami leaned to the side, putting out the flame lamp lighting the room. She started to walk through the dimly-lit mansion, allowing her eyes to adjust to the change in illumination, and making sure not to lead Tomiko into any obstacles such as dolls or toy cars that may have been discarded in the hallways. She walked a few doors down with her daughter in-hand, reaching the bedroom she shared with Korra. She reached outward to open the door, letting in some of the soft moonlight reflecting from the hallway.

Once the door opened, Tomiko broke away from Asami's hand and bounded into the room. Asami walked swiftly across the floor, passing her daughter climbing onto the end of the bed to pull on the curtains overlooking the bed, letting in more faint blue light. She turned back around to see Tomiko bouncing on the sheets, clumsily colliding with a sleeping Korra.

Asami's wife was curled up on her side, tangled haphazardly in the sheets. When crashed into, she groaned and began to stir. She wiggled her nose, drawing in a strong breath through her nose while reaching out to stretch with both arms. She turned to one side and sat up, blinking unfocused eyes to look between Tomiko in the bed and Asami standing off to one side. "Mmh? What's going on—?" Korra asked, her voice heavy from sleep.

Asami twirled her weight, leaning back to sit down beside Korra. She leaned into her, wrapping her arms around Korra's shoulders. "Miko couldn't sleep, and I'm done with work for the night, so here we are."

Korra inhaled again through her nose to clear her senses. But she seemed to pick up on a few key words. Her attention turned to Tomiko, and she bent forward to scoop her up. She drew the young girl into her arms, pulling her into her chest to hug her tenderly. "Hey, baby. Were you having bad dreams? How are you feeling?"

Tomiko fidgeted when embraced, but settled into Korra's lap to sit down. She raised her small hands, clinging to Korra's strong arms. "I'm okay now."

Korra closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. She relaxed visibly, settling down after learning that Tomiko was okay. "I'm glad."

Asami sat forward after watching the brief exchange. She raised a hand to comb her nails across the top of Korra's head as a show of affection. Asami enjoyed the silent feedback she got, seeing her wife squirm under the contact, raising her shoulders, and developing goosebumps all along her skin. Asami's attention wandered though, seeing Tomiko reaching out from Korra's hug in the direction of her buffalo yak toy. Korra was more on the ball, however, unwrapping her arms from their daughter to pick up the plush and hand it to Tomiko so she could squeeze it.

Asami leaned back, yawning quietly into her palm. "Are we all ready to go to sleep now?" she asked.

Korra began to nod, but Tomiko shook her head and quickly protested. "No, I want to hear a story."

Korra started to deflate, her face taking on a briefly exasperated expression. But she recovered quickly, patting Tomiko on the top of her head. "Okay," she agreed. "You want us to get one of your books?"

"We've read all the ones you have," Asami mused. "We'll have to go and pick out some new ones this week."

Tomiko bounced in place on the bed, eventually settling down and plopping Mister Mochi into her lap. "I want to hear one of Mom's stories."

"Really?" Korra asked sheepishly. She placed a hand on the side of her head, scratching her cheek with a bemused expression. "You've heard all of them a hundred times by now. You aren't tired of hearing them yet?"

"No," Tomiko said, smiling widely. "Tell me again."

Korra hummed, leaning back in place. Her eyes wandered, and she curled her lips to one side while thinking. "Okay, how about the one about Kuvira and the giant robot?"

Asami turned to ease her weight into Korra's back. She looped both hands around her Avatar, resting her chin on Korra's shoulder. "Oh, I like how that one ends," she teased. Korra caught her smile and returned it, lifting a hand to pat Asami's cheek affectionately.

"Nuh uh," Tomiko protested. She raised one hand, holding the plush buffalo yak and flailing it in the air. "Tell me the one about the big evil spirit monster guy. And you grew real big and punched him and saved the whole world." She flew Mister Mochi through the air, making explosion sounds with her mouth.

Asami giggled, while her wife slumped in place. Korra took on a mildly disgusted look. "Really? You like that one?" She turned her head and looked around, as if searching for an excuse. "You know, Mommy's barely in that one." She raised a hand, pointing at Asami for emphasis.

"Yeah," Asami agreed. "I was kind of busy at the time, trying to save our company and figuring out if I liked Mako or not."

Korra tilted her head to look across her shoulder at Asami. "I'm really glad we figured that one out." Asami tightened her squeeze around Korra's middle, making her wife laugh softly in response.

Tomiko stared at the two of them for a few moments, apparently getting lost in the wandering topic, unable to understand the undertones. She eventually demanded that the attention come back to her. "I want to hear the story," she complained.

"Are you sure, honey?" Asami asked from Korra's shoulder. "You were dreaming about spirits, do you really want to hear about Vaatu again?"

"I'm not scared," Tomiko said assertively. Though, even as she said it she clutched the plush to her chest and moved to slide into Korra's open lap. Korra moved to hug Tomiko once she settled. Asami briefly smiled at the shared hug. Asami holding Korra, Korra holding Tomiko, and Tomiko holding Mister Mochi at the end.

Korra sighed, but started to sit up. She tried not to move too much, allowing Asami to keep her arms where they were. Korra clicked her tongue, apparently trying to think of how to begin. "Um, okay. Well I guess it started when we all went to the South Pole, and then Mako and I—"

Tomiko interrupted. "Tell the story with Mommy in it."

Korra raised an eyebrow, but smiled a little when Asami started laughing from her shoulder. It was something of a joke from the last time the story was told, but apparently Tomiko remembered and wanted that version. Korra shrugged in defeat, retelling the story. "Okay, so then Mommy and I were at the Glacier Spirits Festival—" Asami giggled at the revised history. "—eating cotton candy, but then this dark spirit showed up and—"

Tomiko cut in again, apparently too distracted to pay close attention to the story. "When is the Glacier Spirits Festimus? I want to eat cotton candy too."

Korra looked down at their daughter with a smile. "The Glacier Spirits Festival is in winter. It's changed a bit over the years, but it's still nice. I guess we can take you this year, since we didn't go last year."

"You can visit your grandparents, too," Asami added.

Tomiko's eyes lit up at the mention of grandparents. She started to bounce in Korra's lap, at least until Korra set a hand on her head to calm her down. She did, but she looked up with wide cyan eyes. "I want to see Grandma and Grandpa. Can we go now?" she asked excitedly.

Korra groaned. Asami knew it wasn't from a lack of desire to return to the South Pole, but rather from simply trying to keep up with their overactive daughter. "We visited my parents twice in the last three months. We can't be on vacation all the time."

"Says who?" Asami asked teasingly.

Korra shot her a glance, but the look turned into a smile. "Okay, I guess we can call them tomorrow and see. But I'm sure they're tired of us by now."

"Nonsense," Asami protested. "They tell us to come back soon every time we go. Spoiling Miko has become their favorite pastime."

Korra sighed exhaustedly. "I wish Mom would stop getting her things. I keep telling her we have it covered. You know they don't have as much to spare as we do."

Asami shrugged. "It makes her happy. I'm sure she wouldn't do it if they couldn't afford it. Your dad's the chief. I'm sure they're managing just fine."

Korra nodded. "I guess." She turned her head, looking down at Tomiko. "We'll call tomorrow and you can talk to Grandma and Grandpa on the phone, and ask them about going to visit." Korra stopped, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. She emphasized the next word strongly, pouring heavy sarcasm into it. "Again."

"Okay!" Tomiko said, sounding thrilled. Korra's sarcasm was apparently lost on her.

"I want you to do at least an hour of meditation with me before we can call though," Korra said sternly.

Tomiko whined loudly. "Do I have to? It's too hard!"

Korra shrugged with mock helplessness. "I tried to get you out of it, but the spirits were all like, 'Hey where's Tomiko at? We want to hang out with her because she's so smart and cool.' And I just said, 'Sorry guys, she thinks meditation is boring.' And then they said—" Korra was interrupted by Tomiko pulling on her arm, the young girl giggling loudly, obviously disbelieving the story. Korra smiled, moving into a more encouraging lecture. "It was really hard for me at first too. I couldn't get the hang of anything spiritual until I was seventeen, and it still took years of work. You're actually doing really well in your studies so far."

"You do have one of the best teachers in the world, though," Asami said to Tomiko with a smile. She reached around Korra to give their daughter a pat on the head. "But it sounds like you're going to be pretty busy." Asami turned her eyes to Korra to get her attention, still speaking to Tomiko. "Since I already promised you we'd work on cars tomorrow."

"Oh, did you?" Korra asked, tilting her head into the conversation. "I guess meditation can wait then." She moved both hands to ruffle Tomiko's hair, turning the already unkempt locks into a complete mess. "We don't want to wear out our baby girl, do we?" Tomiko had a silly grin on her face, some of her hair now obscuring her eyes.

Asami reached out to try and fix Tomiko's hair, but it was beyond anything she could repair with her fingers alone. After a long and comfortable session clinging to Korra, Asami finally pushed away with an exhale. She turned, dropping her feet to the floor. "Maybe if you did, one or both of you would settle down for a change!" she joked. Despite the early hour, Korra and Tomiko were both wide awake. As a result, Asami had to be, too. "You two do nothing but tire me out," she said, moving to a nearby table and picking up a hairbrush. She returned to the bed, settling onto the sheets to offer a hand for Tomiko to join her.

She did. The young girl dragged her plush toy across the bed, turning around to sit in front of Asami, who began to brush the knots out of her hair. Tomiko blinked a few times, restraining what protests she had about being groomed. "Can I have some juice?" she asked to the room in general.

Now unraveled from both of the other girls, Korra offered a shrug. "I'll get it. Is lychee juice okay?" Korra moved on after Tomiko nodded. She turned her eyes to look at Asami. "You want some tea, babe?"

Asami took a breath before sighing in defeat. "I guess so," she said. "Looks like we're staying up for a little while longer." She pulled on Tomiko's hair once it was brushed straight. She began to separate it into three equal-sized strands, braiding it to keep it out of the way. When Asami didn't tend to Tomiko's hair, it usually ended up a wreck.

Korra nodded as she hopped free of the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes then."

Asami smiled as her wife turned to leave, leaving her with Tomiko and the braid. Asami continued to twirl the strands of hair down to the ends. She raised one hand, tugging a hairband from her own ponytail to keep Tomiko's hair together. After twisting it into place, she patted Tomiko on the back to indicate she was finished. "There you go, sweetie."

Tomiko leaned forward, shaking her head to toss the long braid around her head. She eventually caught it with both hands, looping it around her neck as if it were a necklace. She tilted her head backward, staring at Asami upside down. "Thank you, Mommy."

Asami beamed at her daughter's politeness. It was something they'd been working on for a while. Korra usually forgot, and Tomiko's personality tended to drift more in that direction when left unchecked, but Asami did want to make sure their daughter was courteous, at least. Asami nodded in response, emphasizing her words, genuine as they were. "You're welcome."

Tomiko resumed playing with her braid. She bounced in place, but her energy seemed to be waning. Asami stood to leave the bed, walking to a nearby dresser to retrieve a replacement hair band. As she dug through a drawer, she heard Tomiko over her shoulder. "Do you have any stories like Mom?"

Asami paused, standing up to consider the question. While she thought about it, she raised a blue hair band from the dresser and tied her hair back. There wasn't much she could tell that would be terribly exciting. She turned to look across the room at her daughter. "I'm afraid I don't. All my stories are your mom's stories. Before that, I lived with my dad and mostly worked in the factory. I didn't know a lot of people." She thought briefly about the few conversations she'd had about her father with Tomiko, who was naturally curious about him. Tomiko of course understood that most people had a mother and a father, and that her situation was special. And she thankfully seemed to know that both of her parents loved her.

"What about your mommy?" Tomiko asked from behind her.

The question made Asami tense up. Her fingers curled on the edge of the dresser. She took a few seconds to turn around, leaning on the surface. She cast her eyes across the room, looking at Tomiko, now laying on the bed and using Mister Mochi as a pillow. She had wide, inquisitive eyes. Asami sighed heavily. Memories of her mother did still bring her stress, but she was becoming more at peace with it every day. She turned one hand over to gesture as she spoke. "She's not with us anymore, honey. She hasn't been since I was very little."

"Oh," Tomiko said softly, going quiet. She suddenly looked contemplative, turning her eyes downward, over the edge of the bed.

Asami did tell Tomiko at one point that her father had died, though in gentler words. Tomiko wanted to know why Korra talked about her parents all the time and Asami rarely did, only occasionally mentioning her father. Asami never got around to talking about her mother, however. But she didn't intend to let the gloomy memories ruin the evening. She offered her daughter a smile. "It's okay. I know she loved me very much, and she'd be here if she could."

Tomiko turned in place, rolling onto her side. Her cyan eyes raised to fall on Asami once again, but her eyelids were starting to droop. "Was she pretty?" she asked.

Asami nodded. "Yes, she was very pretty." Asami's thoughts wandered, starting to recall small details about her mother, despite what few memories she had of her. Even what she looked like was based on pictures. She couldn't even remember anything else, not how she moved or what her voice sounded like. But as she concentrated, something began to come back to her. A gentle, melodic tune started to fill her head. She blinked slowly, turning to look back at Tomiko. "You know, I don't have any stories, but I can sing you a song."

Tomiko stared across the room from her spot on the bed. She turned over again, laying on her stomach. She grabbed a pillow with one hand and flopped her head on it, taking the plush buffalo yak and squeezing it against her chest. She looked curious, if tired. "What song?"

Asami pushed away from the dresser, walking to the bed. She eased down onto it, sitting beside her daughter to run her fingers across the young girl's head. She breathed slowly in and out, trying to relax. "It's a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl. Do you want to hear it?"

Tomiko nodded slowly, blinking drowsy eyes up at her mother. She settled down as Asami prepared herself. She quickly went over the words in her head, making sure she remembered them all correctly. She was quiet for several long seconds, repeating each part a few times to make sure it was consistent. She then sighed, closing her eyes, and starting the slow-paced and quiet tune.

"Where's my little bird?

Where has she gone?

Where's my little bird?

I miss her songs.

Where's my little bird?

I'm at the tree

where my little bird

first sang to me.

Where's my little bird?

Down by the lake?

Is my little bird

even awake?

Where's my little bird?

Is she not there?

Is my little bird

up in the air?

There's my little bird

on my window.

My sweet little bird

sings her hello."

Asami ended the song, listening to the following seconds of silence. She expected a response out of Tomiko, but when she heard nothing, she opened her eyes to look down. Tomiko was curled up on the pillow at Asami's side, apparently sound asleep. Asami didn't know how far through the song the girl had made it, but the slow, meandering pace meant it could've been anytime in the last couple minutes. She carefully shifted her weight, leaning down to kiss Tomiko's forehead. "Goodnight, Little Bird," she whispered. She then sighed, her eyes looking upward to glance at the ceiling, trying to stare through it. "Thank you so much, Mom."

She began to move to lay down, but suddenly remembered Korra would be returning shortly with tea and juice. She turned her eyes to the door, curling her lips in thought. She carefully pushed away from the bed, moving to stand and make sure she didn't disturb Tomiko. She crept toward the doorway, quietly pulling the door closed. She hoped to intercept Korra to keep her from making too much noise.

She kept her eyes on the dark hallway, waiting for her wife to return. She soon did. Korra came around the corner with a brisk pace, carrying a cup in each hand. Her steps slowed when she saw Asami standing in the hallway with arms crossed, leaning against the wall. Korra's face took on a perplexed expression as she came to a stop. "Is something the matter?" she asked, slight worry in her eyes.

Asami shook her head. "No. Miko just fell asleep," Asami whispered. "I just didn't want us to make a bunch of noise and wake her up."

Korra pouted. "Aw, but I brought her juice." Korra held both of the cups, glancing from one to the other before shrugging. "I guess I'll drink it." She extended the other cup for Asami to take.

Asami raised both hands, taking the teacup with a warm, appreciative smile. She raised it to her nose, taking in the scent of ginseng. She renewed her smile, slowly sipping from the cup. Korra knew she liked ginseng. "I wish I could enjoy this more, but I feel so worn-out." After a second sip, she let out a sigh, letting the tea relax some of her stress. "I really want to thank you, though."

Korra cocked her head. She was drinking from the smaller cup of juice originally intended for Tomiko. She seemed to pick up on Asami's thanks meaning something more. "For what, the tea?" she asked.

Asami shook her head, smiling sweetly. "No. For this — all of this." She leaned forward, lifting her unoccupied hand to lay her palm against Korra's cheek. "For you and me. For helping me through so many things. And for sticking with me. I guess what I mean is, thank you for… being mine." She stopped, just resting her hand on Korra's face, staring into her eyes, watching her wife beam brightly at the shower of compliments. Korra looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out what. Asami continued to speak instead. "And thank you for Tomiko, too. I don't know what I'd do without my girls. You've both helped me discover a lot about myself. I'm so glad we ended up where we are today."

Korra turned her head enough to kiss the inside of Asami's palm. "You've helped me, too. More than I can say, honestly. You were there through all my darkest times and… it was worth sticking it out for you." She started to chuckle. "I never thought all those years ago that a beautiful, elegant, rich girl would bring me this far. But she did." Asami giggled quietly at the comment, trying to hide her face. Korra turned her head again, nuzzling into the fingertips on her cheek. "The two of you give me strength. You keep me happy and healthy."

Asami laughed softly. "If love keeps you healthy, you're going to live forever, Korra."

Korra grinned, moving into a hug. Asami carefully balanced the hot tea in one hand, embracing Korra with her other arm. After a long silence, with both of them just enjoying the closeness, Korra spoke up again. "Do you think Tomiko realizes how special she is?"

"If she doesn't now, she will eventually," Asami said.

"I just hope we aren't putting too much pressure on her. I'm sure everyone has high expectations of her, considering her parents are the Avatar and the CEO of Future Industries." Korra eased back from the hug, releasing Asami to take a drink of lychee juice.

"I have no doubt she'll take over our company one day." Asami thought briefly about how when they first met Tomiko, she enjoyed playing with blocks. Since then she graduated to puzzles and models, and started to express a desire to build things of her own. Sometimes Asami struggled to keep up. "But maybe she deserves a break. I know I could use one."

Korra smiled, raising a hand to tap Asami on the nose with her index finger. "Maybe after tomorrow we can see if Opal and Bolin would like to have her visit. Tomiko loves playing with their kids. And it'd give us some time alone, just the two of us."

Asami started to giggle. She picked up on the extra emphasis placed in the last few words. She parted her lips, leaning closer to Korra. Her free hand moved to Korra's collar, tracing slowly across her skin as she returned the flirtation. "My my, Mrs. Sato, just what are you suggesting?"

Korra grinned. "Just that we have more than five minutes to ourselves for a change. What we do with that extra time is… up for debate," she said with a decisive nod and a coy smile.

Asami pushed more into Korra, giving her a gentle nudge to back her into the wall. Asami rested her chest against her wife, leaning in to nip at her neck with a quiet growl. "I'd like that," she started to say. But even as she felt Korra's responsive shiver, Asami stood back to sigh. She still felt very drowsy, lingering in a strange sleepless state that made her mind fuzzy. Her expression changed, elevating her eyebrows and twisting her mouth to one side as she asked, "Is it sad that we have to schedule this kind of stuff now?"

Korra exhaled, relaxing after Asami backed away from her. She shook her head. "I don't think so. It's just one of the things we signed up for. Pretty sure it's just a parent thing." She tilted her head, offering a playful smirk. "Just think, only another twelve years or so and we're in the clear."

"It's still worth it," Asami said. She closed the distance between them, pulling Korra into a deep kiss. She wasn't able to linger on the contact for too long, still held back by sleepiness. But for a fleeting moment she did enjoy the touch of Korra's tongue on her lips. When the kiss broke, she could only exhale, looking forward to the promise of more to come. She felt genuinely excited, with a warmth swelling inside her stomach. Just the thought of being with Korra at all made her feel like a teenager again. At least, when she wasn't distracted by exhaustion. She kissed Korra on the nose, complaining. "I'm really tired, sweetie, and the tea isn't making it any better."

Korra reached up to cup Asami's cheek with her empty hand. She cradled Asami's head in her palm, and Asami felt as though Korra was holding up all the weight in her body. Korra smiled. "Let's go to sleep, babe. We'll figure the rest out later. We have all the time in the world."