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For such a peaceful place such as Air Temple Island, Master Tenzin’s house was never short of crazy. Some days, Korra wasn’t sure how Pema managed to do it, but she always felt a little more pressed to try and help out or the poor woman would be likely to pop at any moment from the stress alone. That was the last thing any of them needed.
Somehow, that had turned into signing up for babysitting duty. One would think that four teenagers, or adults as they considered themselves, would be fully capable of keeping an eye on three children. Or, well, two children, since Jinora also fancied herself an adult-in-the-making.
How wrong they were.
At the end of an exhausting four hours, it was no wonder Asami excused herself to be alone and Bolin was currently drooling and snoring over pillow Naga—who was just as tuckered out as the little airbenders alongside that earthbender slumped against her soft fur. ‘Naptime’ had been enforced by nature itself, and thank the spirits for that.
With Jinora off to meditate, or read, whichever she fancied since Korra didn’t particularly care anymore, the Avatar was currently collecting scattered books from the shelves that had fallen victim to Meelo’s roughhousing. “So that was fun,” she cracked, gaze briefly dancing to the only other person in the room lending a hand in cleaning up that whirlwind: Mako. It figured that he’d still be composed enough to help out.
Really, she’d tried to assure them all that she could take care of it. But that was because, even after everything, it was only beginning to dawn on her that she could count on other people, her friends, for support. She still didn’t want to put them in harm’s way, but sometimes? It was just okay to get a little bit of help—and putting Tenzin and Pema’s living room back together was one of those times.