The moment was broken by Mika's voice, brightening with sudden mischief.
"Actually, since you're already here, I think I'll use your help with something else."
Before she could ask what he meant, he had turned to the others.
"Alright, everyone out. Nuri, Maria, sister trio—leave the room. I want to have a private talk with the Dragon King."
"What?!" Charlotte's voice was indignant. "Come on, Mika, let us stay! We want to watch!"
"Yeah!" Astrid agreed. "We already saw a dragon get skinned alive—what could possibly be next?"
Anya was already rising, a knowing smile on her face. "You're not going to let us watch, are you?"
"I'm not." Mika confirmed. "Scram."
Grumbling, the sisters left and honestly a bit relieved, if they were honest to escape the terrifying presence of their aunt.
Only Korra remained, looking uncertain.
Mika met her eyes and gave her a meaningful glance before going over to her side. Then he turned to the broken, bleeding form of the Dragon King.
