Her heart cracks a little when Catra forces her hands away. She's not even angry anymore, too weak and drained to keep fighting-- all she wants is to be able to talk to Catra, to hold her until she's better, to make it all okay.

Catra can't keep pushing her away forever. Adora is, after all, just as stupidly, unshakably stubborn.

She shakes her head with a strained little scoff. Her hands shift in Catra's shaky grasp, finding just enough wriggle room to press palm to damp palm, link their fingers together.

"Listen-- I'm not going to 'just leave it'. I'm here, and I care about you, Catra, and I'm not going away. Okay?"