"I'm-- I'm really sorry about your bathroom," Adora stammers out as she scrambles to regain some shred of dignity, repositioning Catra onto her lap so she can sit up, brushing the hair that's been knocked free from its tie away from her face. (Her dad reaches forward and twists the faucet off, thank god.)
"I'll fix it, I promise. I mean, I don't know how to manually fix bathrooms, but I can probably just do the glowy thing, uh, if you give me a minute..."
"Oh, don't worry about that right now," her mother reassures. "Let's get you two toweled up-- Adam will be back in just a moment. Why don't I make you some tea, in the meantime?"
God. They're so nice. It's like they're not even mad, but they have to be, right, because if your long-lost daughter just popped out of the blue one day, ruined dinner, almost leveled your village and destroyed your forest, and unleashed devastation upon your very humble bathroom on top of it all-- well, anyone would be mad.
But tea and a towel sounds really, really good right now. If Catra would stay for it.
Her eyes flicker to Catra's face for the first time since the intrusion, and when she catches sight of the shimmering wetness in the corners of those mismatched eyes, Adora's chest freezes over. "Catra--"
Everything else immediately falls away: the ruined bathroom, the cuts across her arms, the hoarseness in her throat from all the yelling. She brings her hands up in an instant, instinctive motion, cupping Catra's drenched face between her palms. "Hey. Hey, it's okay."
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"I'll fix it, I promise. I mean, I don't know how to manually fix bathrooms, but I can probably just do the glowy thing, uh, if you give me a minute..."
"Oh, don't worry about that right now," her mother reassures. "Let's get you two toweled up-- Adam will be back in just a moment. Why don't I make you some tea, in the meantime?"
God. They're so nice. It's like they're not even mad, but they have to be, right, because if your long-lost daughter just popped out of the blue one day, ruined dinner, almost leveled your village and destroyed your forest, and unleashed devastation upon your very humble bathroom on top of it all-- well, anyone would be mad.
But tea and a towel sounds really, really good right now. If Catra would stay for it.
Her eyes flicker to Catra's face for the first time since the intrusion, and when she catches sight of the shimmering wetness in the corners of those mismatched eyes, Adora's chest freezes over. "Catra--"
Everything else immediately falls away: the ruined bathroom, the cuts across her arms, the hoarseness in her throat from all the yelling. She brings her hands up in an instant, instinctive motion, cupping Catra's drenched face between her palms. "Hey. Hey, it's okay."