my dear, may your warmth embrace my perplexity?

Then Asami places her hand to Korra's, and everything just seems to make sense for her. Her touch is so warm, despite being born of ice and snow, and it's as if the sun has kissed her skin, spreading the warmth from her heart and expanding from that central point, so she can touch the rest of the world." - Companion piece to "these skies of uncertainty are clear with you, my dear."