As soon as Adora speaks, Catra looks away. She tells herself she's just cold, when she folds her arms and hugs herself; but the downward press of her ears is all guilt.
She was supposed to have had Adora's back in there. She should probably just -- stop making promises, at this point.
"You don't have to," she mutters. She wishes she still wanted to kick the dirt, but instead now she drags her foot through it, feeling the grains and small pebbles stick. She still wants to rant and yell, but she'll hold onto it until they're on the ship. She has a feeling Glimmer will be just as pissed as she is, and Adora's not in any state to put up with more aggression tonight. "Melog can carry you."
Melog yowls their assent, and when they turn their head they shimmer and shift, until they can lick a reassuring strip up Adora's face. (--And that's not Catra's fault. Melog's capable of empathy all on their own.)
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She was supposed to have had Adora's back in there. She should probably just -- stop making promises, at this point.
"You don't have to," she mutters. She wishes she still wanted to kick the dirt, but instead now she drags her foot through it, feeling the grains and small pebbles stick. She still wants to rant and yell, but she'll hold onto it until they're on the ship. She has a feeling Glimmer will be just as pissed as she is, and Adora's not in any state to put up with more aggression tonight. "Melog can carry you."
Melog yowls their assent, and when they turn their head they shimmer and shift, until they can lick a reassuring strip up Adora's face. (--And that's not Catra's fault. Melog's capable of empathy all on their own.)