Catra freezes at the voices, wild thrashing suddenly stilled as she stares at Adora with wide eyes. The oh shit written across her soaked face is real, and her knees thump on Adora's chest as she falls that little distance with her, far too caught in the act to bother trying to change position now.

And then Adora accuses her, and Catra comes to life with indignation, slapping her hand quickly around Adora's to wrestle her accusatory fingers to the ground.

"I did not!" She argues, voice hoarse and still shrill, because she's soaked through and cold and it didn't even wash any of the sap out which means she still has to deal with bathing properly later, and this is all Adora's fault because if she would just be happy with just Catra for once, there would never have been any argument or hurt feelings at all.

It's the water that's making the appearance of tears in her eyes, that's all. It's just the shortness of breath causing the tightness in her chest. She just - she just really hates water.

"I'll get some towels," Adam announces helpfully - because of course he is, he's Adora's family. But also because he's got to go outside and assure the neighbours that no, She-ra was not torturing anyone, and the screaming they'd heard was just some... some...

...he has until he gets outside to think of what all that screeching and carrying on could have been.