[Korra doesn't even notice the nick -- not yet, at least. She's riding the post-coital bliss for all its worth. When he drops her wrist, she takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around him and rest her head against his chest. (Maybe a part of her does notice the contrition, and takes advantage of it to steal something she doesn't get enough of.) She strokes his back, trying to soothe the scratches, checking to see if she drew blood.]
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