[She squints at the screen when he holds it up, frowning when she finishes reading the message there.]

Does your throat hurt or anything? I could take a look--

[Korra breaks off mid-sentence, feeling a pang of misery when she remembers: No waterbending, no healing. She breathes in, then tries to shake it off. Help the boy first, mope about your bending later, she tells herself firmly.]

Never mind. I keep forgetting my bending doesn't work here. We can figure out what's wrong with your voice another way.