It didn't take long for me to dress and ready myself to leave the piracy of my tent. Sarra returned with the promised cup of water, which I greedily drank to the last drop. As I moved to push through the flap, small fingers pressed into my hand, and I glanced down to see Sari looking up at me. Her large, hazel eyes glistened with worry.
"Are you scared?" she asked.
I blushed slightly, aware of the other three women's eyes on me. I wasn't sure if it was even okay to be scared right now. After all, I was the Oracle of Eternity, the self-proclaimed Daughter of Fate.
"Yes, a little," I admitted softly. "I'm scared they'll betray me and try to hurt more people I care about. I don't want anyone else to die, not you, Korra, or Elise…I already miss him…"
"Xiviyah…" Korra laid a hand on my uninjured shoulder, her own eyes wet. Just how many times had she and Orion trained together?
