Korra did not sleep that night. She sat curled against the cold wall of her room. Even though she had been released from the cell, she still felt like a prisoner. She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her knees drawn up to her chest. Every few minutes, another echoing cry broke from the healer’s wing. Each one was Kael’s voice, frayed with pain, raw with the primal helplessness of a sad wolf.

Mara stayed with her until dawn, refusing to leave her side, but even she couldn’t ...