They sat on the steps between the shelves.

Korra leaned into Kael, her head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arms around her protectively. As she cried, her tears soaked into his shirt.

“I thought she died because she was sick,” Korra whispered. “But she was running, she was trying to keep me alive.”

Kael pressed a soft kiss to her hair. “She succeeded,” he said. “You are here, and you are alive.”

Korra shook her head. “What if they are still out there? What if they ...