[Fire ferret instincts aren't always top caliber. However, Korra's lap is just as agreeable as her shoulder, so Pabu curls up quite contentedly there. Bolin, meanwhile, has shifted around to face the bed, and leans his back against the dresser. Relaxes. Now that they're both in the same close quarters, this silly...whatever it was seems a lot sillier.]

I'm still getting used to the idea of the City again, you know? But I'm grateful I remember it- for my sake and for yours, too.

[At least she isn't alone, at least someone else gets it.]

Never mind me, though, how are you?