"Okaaay," Adora drawls sleepily, reluctantly detaching herself from Catra. She doesn't want to pull away from her ever, actually, but placates herself with the resolution to cling right back to her as soon as they're in bed.

And that she does. Now that they're finally clean and dry, out of their dirty clothes and bundled up in comfy blankets, there's absolutely nothing to stop her from wrapping all four limbs around Catra and nestling as close as she can. With both of them down to their underthings for sleep, Catra's fluffy fur brushes Adora's belly and legs, and she giggles softly as she settles against her.

Her heart feels warm and full.

But "you're the comfiest" is what she says aloud, words falling short.