Adora's laughter subsides just in time for her to glimpse Catra staring, and she holds her gaze for exactly half a second before Catra launches herself off her lap. Adora giggles a little at that, too, then opens the door a crack-- "I'm just gonna take some of those towels now, thanks. This might take a teensy bit."

She pinches her forefinger and thumb together with an apologetic smile, before accepting the bundle of towels from Adam, and carefully nudging the door closed with her foot.

Setting the towel stack down on the thankfully unscathed sink, she picks out the biggest, fluffiest-looking one, and steps over to stand behind Catra. "Here. Let me help."

And she drapes the towel over those slender shoulders -- just gently, half-expecting her to still flinch away.