Adora. Adora. Catra is trying so hard to be good and pliant right now, trying to quietly bring herself to give voice to the apology curdling in her stomach. She really does not need to hear about you'd rather have had your other two friends in that fight.

(That's not what Adora said, but that's what Catra takes from it.)

"I told them not to come," Catra mutters; trying not to think about how, if it had been Bow and Glimmer with Adora instead of her, no crazy forest beast would've woken up to begin with. She bends over Adora's arm, the perfect excuse to not look at her face, and checks with experienced eyes for any foreign matter. (At least she doesn't have to fill out any paperwork about this. That's a small blessing.) "Figured you'd stay here the night and I'd catch them up. That was before we went and knocked down half of a forest though, so who knows what they're thinking now."

They'd probably seen or felt She-ra's healing magic and shrugged, honestly. It was all par for the course for them by this point.