I love this tiny little moment.
The way she holds Raava is so gentle and delicate, so careful—and this is directly after she has just fought and won against the embodiment of destruction and chaos.
I feel such a connection to this whole concept—that all of Korra’s conviction and strength came from the gentle side of her, the side that wanted to protect her people and and her world. UnaVaatu would have roared and stampeded in his pride if he had won, showing off his might and power.
Not Korra. Her victory dance is taking what she loves and cares about—literally, the light and good in her world—and cradles it lovingly it in her hands, protecting it from harm.