Despite there being no heroes or much expansion on what exactly the stories were that were her favorites, Korra was enraptured, eyes wide a bowls as she listened, her imagination hooked into the idea. While she disliked getting her hands dirty with soil and mud, to the point where she refused to dig for worms when they were going fishing for in the nearby lake, Keiro had a feeling that she would be paying a lot more attention to the ground now. He smiled distractedly as the elf declared that that was about as much energy as she had for the evening, and that her bed called for her. 

"Good night, Shalan," Korra called after her," Good dreams," And then she turned her eyes on Keiro," Pappa, what does articulate mean?"

Keiro chuckled, finishing off his own dinner," It means detailed, long and hard to follow. Much like your own thinking process," He shook his head, standing," Time to get to bed. I'll clean up alone tonight, but only if you go straight to sleep. And say your prayers."

Korra yawned," But I'm not tired..."

"Right," Keiro answered with an eyebrow raised," Just lie down then, and see if sleep won't sneak up on you."

"Alright," She rushed off to their room. The cabin was too small to have one room for the both of them, but he had built two beds. Hers was nearer to the fireplace, his own closer to the window. Keiro smiled and moved to clean up most of the food. The stew was moved into the basement, which was cooler and drier than the rest of the house, and he used the water from a bucket to rinse out the plates and spoons. He cleaned the table of crumbs and put the bread away as well before moving into the room. It had been less than ten minutes, but Korra was already asleep. Keiro smiled, moving over to the bed to cover her with her blanket, bought when she was a child. It was made of wool, and was quite warm. 

But Keiro was not going to sleep just yet. He tiptoed to a chest near his bed and opened it, pulling out a dusty book, and moving out into the dining area.