[The little girl isn't Naga, but she's nearly as warm. Korra wraps her arms around Jinora and rests her chin on the top of her head.

Do you want to talk about it? Yes. No. She doesn't know.]

I honestly don't remember that much about it. It's just fragments of images and feeling cold. [The cold of being City dead, though Korra will never tell Jinora that. She doesn't want to talk about those few weeks she spent as a walking corpse. It's too painful and brings up too many frightening questions that she would rather not think about.] I'm sorry I woke you.