The lake was still cordoned off when Rhyker dismissed everyone. Kael stood beside Korra as if welded to her, every muscle in his body drawn tight and trembling with a rage he didn’t know how to contain.

Korra could still feel the tremors in her hands long after warriors dragged the poisoned buckets away. She tried to curl her fingers into her palms, to steady them, but the shaking only worsened.

She heard only Rhyker's voice echoing in her head, “Because if Kael dies… Silvercrest’s ...