Adora listens to Catra in silence. Her throat bobs in places with the urge to dissent, but she swallows it down. Catra is smart; she's analytical, she gets what makes people tick. And she doesn't have the kind of investment in this situation that Adora does, which may well be what this whole argument boils down to-- but then, it's probably what Adora needs most right now.

Just... Catra, here with her, pulling her from the murky waters of her mind with her solid grip and sharp tongue. She can't make that block of guilt in her chest disappear, but with her support, it's just that much easier to carry.

But the shared burden is clearly taking its toll on Catra, too.

"... Hey." On slightly wobbly legs, Adora slips off of Melog's back, to close the distance between her and Catra. She lifts a hand to cradle one soft, freckled cheek, and pulls her in to kiss her forehead.

She can tell how hard Catra's been trying for her. Even now, with both of them wrung-out and spent, with Adora bringing up their past when she really should know better -- and she does, she just got so frustrated for a moment that she couldn't help herself... even now, Catra's doing all she can to support her.

"Thank you, Catra. I'm really grateful for you. I just-- needed to say that."

She slouches against her with a quiet sigh, forehead coming to rest over Catra's slim shoulder.

"... I don't know what we should do. That's what scares me. I want to make things right with them, but I don't know if I can. At the very least, I... want to go back and talk with them again tomorrow."

Her hand falls away, gingerly searching for Catra's. "Could you come with me, please?"