Because they will listen. If there's one thing the brothers are good at, somehow, it's that. Sure, Mako will usually try to fix it—he's a solution-person, at the end of the day—but they're here, crowded around this little table in a strange city in a place Korra built to do exactly that.

"Yeah," Mako echoes quietly, reaching over to grab for the teapot, pour Korra some tea, "whatever is going on, you know you can talk to us. What's the energy like around here?"