Adora bundles her up, and Catra finds herself having to stifle something that might have been a laugh. It comes out as a hot huff of air instead, as Adora seems to find a ridiculous amount of energy stored somewhere in her, and Catra's ear flicks rapidly as Adora's face brushes it with every nuzzle.

(And Adora's excitement and glee must be contagious, because that warmth is making Catra feel -- kind of giddy, like it's feeding off of Adora's nonsense.)

"Adora," she whispers back, letting her voice drop low into an amused rumble, her tail twitching as it tries to contribute and then gives up. Adora's just so stupid. She's such an idiot. She's making Catra feel like they're playing some sort of game, when all she's doing is laying on top of her and trying to stay awake. "Ador-a," she repeats; dragging the syllables like a toy, seeing how low her voice can go before she cuts herself off with a snigger. Adora's so dumb, she's making Catra dumb. She's gonna rile them both up and get them caught. "Go to sleep, dummy."