Chapter 437: Heroic Roles
As Gayron and Korra made their way over, I backed away from the eager crowd of soldiers, trusting the Star Guard to handle them. Grasping Sari’s hand, I slipped onto Fable’s back, wincing as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Let’s go," I said, urging Fable forward and giving him a mental picture of where I wanted to go.
Korra and Gayron adjusted their course the moment Fable leaped off the ground. A few seconds later, we were gathered in the crater where Gayron’s first attack, the Magma Shot, had landed. It was about a mile and a half from the camp, close enough we could return if needed, but far enough way for some privacy.
"Thanks," I said, rubbing my horn, my tail twitching bashfully.
"Hmm? What for?" Gayron asked.
"It was a little...overwhelming," I admitted.
Korra chuckled and shook her head. "Only you would be worried about talking to a few soldiers after winning a fight like that."
"I-It’s scary." I looked away, hiding my blush, but my tail was left free to show my embarrassment.
Gayron snorted. "I can’t believe I lost you. How can you be so timid when you’re so strong?"
I wanted to deflect the question again, but couldn’t. It wasn’t one I myself knew the answer to, but something about his voice gave me pause. It didn’t carry the usual disdain I’d grown to expect from him, but a hint of wonder and genuine curiosity.
"I doubt you’d be any better if you’d seen the things and suffered the pain she has," Korra said, crossing her arms. "Some wounds go deeper than the flesh, or even the soul."