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⊕ march 15th, late evening

[anatural]

[Mercifully, Korra doesn't dream. (A rare and precious gift from Aang -- one night free of nightmares.) So it's a few hours before she actually moves, rolling over and thwacking him with her arm.]

⊕ march 15th, late evening

[mortemscintilla]

[ Even before Korra's arm hits him, dragging him to past the surface of sleep, his dreams are about nothing but thirst and lead-limbs and staying still so Pai isn't disturbed. At the touch, he doesn't jerk awake. But his eyes snap open to dark hair spread out on the pillow next to him, tickling his throat, the brush of a knee against his own. For a moment, half-drowsing, he's almost peaceful. But it only takes a split-second to recall where he is. ]

[ And resolve he's slept enough. ]

[ The sun is up, making a white penumbra at the bottom of his drawn shades. Hei slips out of bed, out of the room, and out of the apartment without sound -- showered and fully dressed. He has to head to work in a bit, but it seems callous (not to mention shortsighted) to leave Korra alone at his flat. On the street, he detours to run a few errands, makes a roundabout trip to his flat, before heading out again. ]

[ When Korra wakes, it'll be to a message Sleep in; Gone to work, scrawled in sharpie on her arm. (He'd leave a sticky note, but he's averse to a paper trail, no matter how benign.) In the kitchen, she'll find a cup of still-hot tea set out in one of those take-out cups, a K scrawled on top. A box of bakery breakfast on the counter -- spinach and feta croissant, an omlette wrap or some such salty thing. And last: a shopper bag with a pair of folded girl's clothes. Not tacky, he promises. ]

[ Don't blow anything up while he's gone. ]

⊕ march 15th, late evening

[anatural]

[When he gets back to the apartment, he'll find that Korra has cycled through at least five other positions while he's been gone, ending up on her stomach, legs dangling off the side of the bed. She stirs, almost waking when he writes on her arm, but doesn't quite make it to consciousness.

It's fairly late in the morning when she does finally push herself out of bed -- slowly, reluctantly. Her muscles scream in complaint, and for a brief moment, she hopes that Li feels just as sore. She peeks in the laundry basket after forcing herself to shower, but her clothes aren't there. She wouldn't have wanted to wear them anyway, but...what is she going to wear out of here? She wraps the towel more tightly around her and heads out to the kitchen to snag some of Li's food and figure out what to do.

Except he's already thought of everything. She finds a cup with some strange mark on it, a hot breakfast, and a bag of clothes. She slips into the clothes, amazed at how well they fit, and scarfs down the food.

Rested, clean, fed, Korra feels more like herself. Queasy, anxious, guilty, grieving, but no longer bowled over. It's time to face reality.

Before leaving, she stops by to get a better look at the lizard.]

Tell him "thanks" for me.