There's no helping Adora when she's got the giggles, and Catra rolls her eyes as water squelches off her tail with every pass of her hands, pretending like she's not still feeling soft about her laugh.

She's just picking some bark from her tail when Adora takes the towels, and Catra's in a good mood so she figures she'll do her the courtesy of letting her dry off first. That's before Adora steps behind her, and Catra looks up and over her shoulder at her - just in time to blink at the large, fluffy towel that Adora's now draped over her, large enough that it blankets fully around Catra's shoulders and dangles all the way down past her waist.

Because she's in a good mood, she lets herself admit that she... well, likes the unexpectedly tender action. You know, as opposed to balking at it. And maybe the warmth that it inspires all across her is okay, too.

"You sure this is a towel?" She asks skeptically; moving one hand from her tail to pluck at the fluffy material. It's a far cry from the short and thin towels of the Horde, but sure enough it absorbs the water from her hand, and her ear twitches as she only half-jokes dryly; "I think he gave you a blanket."