The water is comfortingly warm now, but Naruto still feels too tired to keep treading it, and kicks toward the edge of the pool to hook his elbows over the side and hold himself up and stationary as he laps against his chin and shoulders. He stares back at Korra, eyes clear blue once again. He sighs.

"That was actually," he explains, wincing slightly, "The smallest thing I could probably do with that chakra. Your world seems kind of similar to mine in a lot of ways so I guess I get ahead of myself. You really ... don't have anything like me where you come from, do you? You don't have any jinchuuriki. Maybe that's a good thing? I'm not smart enough to be able to tell. Those arms are made of Kurama's manifested form. I could turn myself fully into him if I wanted to. But something like that is only practical for certain kinds of things. It wouldn't fit inside this building."

He shakes his head. "That's why jinchuuriki were originally made. Because we're ... scary. Countries could use as as threats against one another. But I don't want to be that kind of a thing. Neither does Kurama. So I'd do anything to just ... make sure you could look at me and never feel that way again. Whatever I can do to make you confident in me."