"They won't be mad." And if they are, Catra will deal with them. She shifts her hand on Adora's, so she can stroke her fingers lightly down Adora's, quietly encouraging her to join Catra's side on this. "They'll be more upset if they think you're forcing yourself to stay awake just to talk to them."

Probably. Maybe. She doesn't actually know, she's just guessing. But if pretending like she's certain on it will help Adora decide to take some time out, then Catra's fine with that.

She doesn't want this to drag on, so Catra steps into Adora again, her free hand rising to brush across Adora's shoulder and then into the hair at the nape of her neck, pressing her down to bump their foreheads together lightly.

"Let's go to sleep, okay?" It's a quiet invitation. And just in case Adora needs the extra push, just in case she needs to feel like she's making this decision for somebody else, Catra adds in her own complaint: "I'm tired, too. I don't want to be awake any more."