"Hey Mako, remember when you told me you know how to sew?" Korra asked almost immediately after he came home from work.
"DADDY!" their four-year-old daughter cried. She ran into the room, clutching a stuffed tiger-monkey in one arm, and one of its legs in the other. A few pieces of stuffing fell to the floor as she looked up at Mako, trails of old tears running down her cheeks, and new ones threatening to escape her shiny, gold eyes. "Happy's broken!"
Sticking out her lower lip, a habit she inherited from her mother, she held out her toy and its severed leg to Mako. "He needs surgery, daddy, before the rest of his guts fall out!"
Mako took the tiger-monkey and its leg from her, trying not to let any more stuffing fall on the floor. He smiled at his daughter. "Don't worry, Tori, Happy will be alright."
Tori sniffed. Korra picked her up.
"Come on Tori, let's go listen to Uncle Bolin's pro-bending match while daddy fixes Happy."
Tori sniffed again and looked up at Korra. "O-O