Catra's eyes track Adora's hands as they move the towel over her, and she knows that a muscle in her throat jumps embarrassingly at Adora's first quiet noise of satisfaction. She almost says something about it, even opens her mouth to; and then closes it again, because Adora's hands wipe down the sturdy Horde-styled clothing that Catra still wears, and Catra just hopes that the subtle move of her hips and hitch of breath are ignored.

She's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed when Adora drapes over her back, but a surprised bit of laughter escapes her when Adora sneezes - and like that, the weird trance is broken, and Catra's ears fold against her head as her tail flicks with amusement.

"You should have thought about that first," she bullies, shrugging Adora and the towel both off of her shoulders. She's feeling... weirdly relaxed, after all that. "Don't expect me to cover for you if you get sick."