She doesn't normally give in this easily to touches, but Catra finds her eyes sliding closed and her chin tilting as Adora's fingers scritch at her jaw, providing better access as a silent request for more.

And of course Adora still has something to say. She always has something to say. How many of their sleepovers in each-other's bunks had just been Adora whispering whatever came to mind until Catra was finally too asleep to respond?

"What is it?" If it's something Catra's going to have to wake up properly for, instead of murmuring back half-asleep responses, she might actually have to kill her.