Korra had ran out so early today, her bumbling -Asami had to admit- was cute. Airsitting to Babybending was utterly hilarious to the dark haired young woman. Before she had met Mako, most of her social life had consisted of those in her social class though she often reached out of her comfort zone in hopes for friends that would be by her side no matter what, people as strong as she was and those interested as much in things she was. Mostly, they were prim and proper, so there were no slip ups. What might be normal for some people, Asami found interesting to have around.

Despite the moment of comedy, the reality had hit her that it hadn't been too long ago that the probending arena had been attacked with those she cared about in immediate danger, instantly giving her a restless night. She pushed through her exhaustion to treat the boys out, take Korra on a ride in the Satomobile and asking for her father's forgiveness on bringing home her boyfriend and his only family into their home for residence, but her movements had become noticeably sluggish - to her, at the least - after dinner.

Most of the time, she would go to her father for a bit of help concerning her fears, but the feeling of responsibility had hit her hard. If she had not convinced her father to sponsor the Fire Ferrets, her friends would not have been put in danger. Despite coming out unscathed from the attack from the Equalists, she still felt like she had helped them almost take away the people she cared the most about. And even if you excluded her worry for her friends, her peace of mind had been taken over since the attack. She had been in that crowd when they attacked. She had watched a woman put on that vile mask, a woman that sat not too far away from where she watched her.

She tried to relax on her own with a bath or getting some rest, but neither worked. She hadn't even managed a wink of sleep and the bath merely washed away the make up she had so carefully placed to cover up the bags under her eyes. When she felt like she could not hold it in any longer, knowing if she kept it to herself any longer that she would explode, she dressed herself in an appropriate nightgown, even wrapping a robe around herself and left her room for Mako's.

Asami stood by his door for a moment, her fist hovering next to the wooden door, wondering if he would mind her unexpected visit and if he wouldn't think too much of it. Finally, she managed to knock three times and wait a few moments in case he was making himself presentable before opening the door wide enough to poke her head through. "I'm not sleeping too well. May I come in?"