Oh, Adora was-- not correctly estimating how sensitive she is. Nor was she expecting Catra's hand to venture down so boldly, without so much as a word of warning. And even though she keeps her mouth shut-- she does!-- her throat betrays her, and the little whimper that filters through is faint, but certainly audible.

Oh, oh man. She dropped the ball on that real quick.

"Sorry!" she squeaks out in her very smallest voice, and her hand leaves Catra's hair to clamp over her own mouth. "Sorry," she whispers again, now muffled further by her palm. Her face is bright red, eyes wide and anxious. Catra will give her another chance, surely? Won't she?