“I still can’t believe we actually won!” she exclaims giddily. “Like, we actually won the whole tournament!”
Mako grins down at her, opening the door to his and Bolin’s room.
“Yep,” he smirks. “We did it.”
Korra skips into the room, still feeling like she’s walking on clouds; she can’t remember ever having felt so happy, nor ever having seen Mako this happy. They’ve been out celebrating the whole evening – it’s past midnight now, and the two of them had decided to head home, leaving Bolin with multiple girls swooning over him.
She’d given her share of the winnings to the brothers; she doesn’t need or want the money, and she knows how much the winnings had meant to Mako; she’s sure Mako and Bolin are going to invest in an apartment of their own as soon as they can.