"Yeah, well, maybe Amon could have been stopped, too, if the Avatar wasn't so... lousy," she said, aware that he had no way of knowing that she was talking about herself. She rubbed her temples for a few seconds before accepting the tea.

The fragrant steam filled her nostrils, relaxing her shoulders a little. Korra struggled within herself; she didn't want to give up, but at the same time, it seemed like there really was nothing she could do. Resignation left her weary, so she quietly sipped at the tea for a moment.

"This is really good, thanks," she said eventually. It didn't escape her that she was sitting and having tea with the famed Iroh, who'd been dead for years by the time she was born. This would be quite a tale for her friends back home, if she ever saw them again.