There's a small grunt of effort as Adora flops onto her, and Catra almost stumbles before she shifts her feet to better hold the weight. With a sigh, she winds her arms around Adora's shoulders; partly to prevent her from slipping off, and partly just because she likes having her arms around her. It's nice.

She could complain about how Adora didn't tell her she'd wait outside, or complain about the soap being changed while they were out (--a petty revenge from Glimmer for going off-comms without warning, Catra's certain. Bow wouldn't have the guts to have done it.), or complain about how Adora's supposed to be in bed.

Instead she just runs the smooth backs of her nails gently down Adora's spine in the sort of stroke that Melog really loves, one hand after the other, until her arms are around Adora's waist. And then she raises the shoulder she's buried in, trying to dislodge her. Adora's clearly less than half a second away from passing out on her, and Catra doesn't have the muscle strength to carry her if she does.

"Come on," she urges quietly, nudging Adora to be on her side instead of her front. "Let's get to the bed before you crush me."