“Maybe I don’t know the difference anymore,” Korra whispered.

Mara said nothing for a moment; only the quiet crackle of the hearth filled the silence between them.

She touched Korra’s hand gently. “Then let this place teach you again.”

Korra looked at her, uncertain. “And if it teaches me wrong?”

Mara smiled faintly, a warmth in her eyes that reached deeper than words. “Then unlearn it. But don’t stop living long enough to find out.”

Korra didn’t answer, but that ...