At Korra's voice, Fyren opened the door, stepping aside to let me enter. "I'll wait out here. Be quick, I can tell you need to rest."
I nodded my thanks and slipped past him. Inside, the room was small and cozy, with several alcoves in the walls that opened to large green-tinted windows. Light came from a crystal chandelier, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. A large circular table occupied the middle, surrounded by ornately carved chairs. Bookshelves lined the room between the alcoves, but the shelves were relatively empty. The whole room felt like a study of sorts. A private research room, perhaps?
Korra, R'lissea, and an elvish man I didn't recognize were seated around the table. They looked up as the door opened, eyes widening in shock. Korra recovered first, bursting from her chair and sending it clattering across the floor. She blurred, and I gasped, the wind getting knocked out of my lungs as she embraced me.
"I thought you were…" She bit her lip, trailing off.
