"It’s really complicated…" Ventus said as he began to sway. He grabbed the wall behind him for some support, "Could we go sit somewhere? Then we can talk."
"I’ve got some free time anyway…" Korra didn’t care if it was complicated or not. She’d never seen him like this before and that was bothering and worrying her. The girl still remembered that cheerful and kind boy she met a long time ago.
"Are you sure we can’t talk here? You can lean on me if you don’t feel well enough to walk, but what if your illness - or what is it? - gets worse?"