The gardens of the Sunsinger Estate were quiet as we emerged from the gate, Gayron already waiting for us outside. He raised an eyebrow at my flustered face and Korra's teasing smile.
"'bout time," he muttered, shaking his head. "Though you'd never come out."
"Oh, quite whining," she replied, taking his arm and pulling him close, rising on her tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek. "You'd have been bored out of your mind in there, anyway."
His cheeks flushed a little, and he looked away, but I caught the slight upturn of his lips. "Like you're any better. You can barely sit through one of Ernyst's lectures, much less an actual meeting."
"So?" she said, laughing. "I'm a hero, not a general. My job's punching the stuff that needs punching."
"And do we know what that is now?" he asked, turning to me.
