[ the simple touch to her cheeks has asami's mind stopping instantly, thoughts and questions screeching to their own halt with just as much force as the satomobile had. she stares at him for a second, wide-eyed and stunned, but just as an odd mixture of exasperation, chagrin, and something else bubbles in her gut in response, he's gone, backed off, working on helping her out.
she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. ]
It's — just the door. [ she leans back up to meet korra's eyes behind mako, slowly working to gather her bearings again. she jerks a thumb towards the horse half-inside the car. ] This guy's got my foot trapped. Do you think Naga can pull him away?
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she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. ]
It's — just the door. [ she leans back up to meet korra's eyes behind mako, slowly working to gather her bearings again. she jerks a thumb towards the horse half-inside the car. ] This guy's got my foot trapped. Do you think Naga can pull him away?