That was a joke, not a suggestion, Bolin. Though I suppose if anyone was going to be able to do it it'd be you, Korra and Mako... [ Hermione nods her head, shifting to send another small rush of flame into the spot in the ground, making sure it stays lit and bright even as she pulls of her cloak, wrapping it around her slowly thawing shoulders. ] It's alright. My name is Hermione, Marchioness of the Citadel. We're going to get you out of this and then I'll make sure you have rooms at Caer Glaem. I promise.