"I'm not, silly," Adora says, her damp eyes crinkling with fondness. She loves Catra's purr. She's grateful she's able to hear it now, after everything that happened in this mess of a day. It's soothing. It anchors her.

She touches their foreheads together, closes her eyes, and just lets herself breathe. Her tears have slowed to a still before she could even notice, and her frantic, hiccuping gasps have lulled into an even rhythm. She feels her chest rise and fall in synch with Catra's, both of them calming at last, and she thinks she could stay in this moment forever when the sound of rapping on wood pulls her back to her senses.

"Uh, I've got the towels, guys," Adam's voice drifts sheepishly from the other side of the door. Adora gets the sense he's been standing there a while. "And there's tea, if you want."

Adora chuckles, her pink, splotchy face flushing deeper with a hue of embarrassment as she looks back to Catra. "... Come have tea with me?"