Think fast

"Korra, what's going on? How come you're not dressed?"

Korra's hands snapped to her body in an attempt to cover up. Her face was burning hot. Her mind raced, terrified of what Asami might be thinking. She slowly curled up into the fetal position, trying to better hide her shame.

"Asami, I swear, it's not what it looks like, I had an accident, and now I really need to get home. Can you please help me?" Asami sighed, looking the frightened girl up and down. Korra couldn't help but wonder if she liked what she saw. Asami reached out a hand to help her up.

She pulled Korra in for a caring embrace. "Of course I'll help you. Come on, I'll take you around back and get you into a satomobile." An embarrassed smile appeared on Korra's face, her cheeks still burning hot, as well as her face. "...Thanks, Asami."