"I know, right? The first time it happened was by accident during training, and I was like, 'why would it even have the option to turn into that', you know? But looks like it can come in handy after all!"

Without minding the scratchiness to her voice, Adora prattles chipperly on as she grabs a new towel and scrubs herself over. It's rushed and efficient, certainly taking less care than she did with drying off Catra. Now that the air in the bathroom has lightened into something so bright and so warm, part of her is almost reluctant to leave it-- but the rest of her knows she's kept her family waiting long enough. Plus, she'd really like that tea right about now.

"Okay! I am as dry as I'm going to get, I think," she announces at last, but keeps the towel wrapped around her shoulders, just because it's cozy. "And the floor's looking good! Thank you." She leans over to kiss Catra's cheek, then extends her arm.

"My Mop of Protection, please?"