[Not high, but more than a little drunk — on the music, on adrenaline, on grief and gratitude and homesickness and guilt and more feelings than she even has words for. (The sip of that sugary monstrosity also helps. It doesn't take much to get her tipsy.)
She feels a thrill when he squeezes her hand, running up her arm and through her body. The little gesture earns him a bright smile.
The song winds down, transitioning to a slower song. Korra feels a prickle of irritation and disappointment. She doesn't want this dance to end. (A part of her is still looking for patterns of behavior, ways to predict when Li will change. Their last dance hadn't ended well.)]
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She feels a thrill when he squeezes her hand, running up her arm and through her body. The little gesture earns him a bright smile.
The song winds down, transitioning to a slower song. Korra feels a prickle of irritation and disappointment. She doesn't want this dance to end. (A part of her is still looking for patterns of behavior, ways to predict when Li will change. Their last dance hadn't ended well.)]