The other three were quiet at my words, studying me intently. At last Korra let out a strained chuckle.
"Not even getting on this ship?" she asked.
I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder. My breath caught for a moment at the sight of…nothing, but I steeled my gaze and shook my head.
"No. Not even this."
I was surprised to find that I meant it. My heart fluttered every time the ship bobbed in a gust of wind, but that was it. I could think, breathe, and even call my mana. The latter I held constantly, encouraged by its warmth, but I would be fine without it.
R'lissea took my hand, tears in her eyes.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that," she whispered.
I blushed, tail twitching slightly. "I-Isn't that normal?"
"No, silly," she said, rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb. "Not the skyship, about finding peace with yourself. I remember the first few nights of being an elf, how everything felt wrong. I was worried you still felt like that."
