"Tea," Mako adds, a little dry, watching her closely as he toes off his shoes, "spirit water, hot compress? You look rough, Korra."

Easier not to hold back, and even now, he knows he doesn't really have to. Korra prefers it, he's pretty sure, when he doesn't. They've been through enough together over the years that he can just say what's on his mind and not worry (as much) about what she'll think.

Also, she looks like crap, and Mako's been worried for days now, ever since the alarms sounded.