"I know, I just..." Asami's voice quivers, and she cuts herself off and buries her face in the crook of Korra's neck.

"I can't listen to it." The footsteps in the distance. "All I think about is him and I don't even know what to think of him and-" She cut off again.

"I was so scared. I am scared."

Even though the danger is longsince past. This is something she hasn't fully admitted to even herself, yet. She had told Dad that she loved him, and she'd meant it at the time. But how much had been fueled by fear? Unfair guilt? The heat of the moment, the danger they were all flying into? Would she have told him, otherwise?

No. She doesn't think she would have.

Asami's hold tightens on Korra.