
Tarrlok: Oh Little Korra, dear. Our future wife.

Tarrlok: So precious.

Tarrlok: You’ve enjoyed sitting in your chair?


Tarrlok: What would you like to do now?

Tarrlok: “Go to bed.”


Noatak: No

Noatak: She wants to dance.



Tarrlok: Dearest brother I really think Lilttle Korra would rather go to bed!