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"I don't know, Asami," Korra says, clenching her fist as she sits on the edge of the bed.
Asami is barely awake, Korra knows, yet she reaches up and traces a hand over Korra's bare, sweaty back.
"What's going on?" Asami croaks.
Korra doesn't turn to look at her, the fog of the dream is still clouding her mind as she tries to clear it out.
"It felt like Déjà vu," she croaks, still not wanting to turn and face Asami. "Like I'd lived this all before."
"Was it a bad dream?" Asami asks, finally sitting up.
Korra saw the slinky, silky nightgown she'd put on before bed and she wants to see it, to soothe herself, to know the Asami is, in fact, okay, alive. She's frozen.
"It felt more than that. Like a, like a premonition."
Asami kisses her shoulder, the back of her neck, uncaring about the sweat sticking the hair there.
"We don't know that. You're connection to the Spirit World…"
"I know," Korra snaps, feeling guilty when Asami recoils. "I'm sorry. I'm just…it freaked me out."
"Korra," Asami's arm wraps around her waist, pulling Korra to her chest. "We don't know. But whatever happens, we'll deal with it. Come way may."
Korra nods. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Korra lets herself slump in Asami's arms. "Thank you."
"Of course," Asami consoles, tipping her head against Korra's back. "Come back to bed."
And that's enough for Korra. She spins in Asami's arms to kiss her softly. Asami melts into it, even if their mouths taste a little weird from sleep.
"Take me to bed," Korra says, sleep dragging her down again.