"Ow, watch it," she snaps as Catra's claws dig in, and they thankfully retract the next moment. Beyond that, the movements of her hands are rough and to the point, and if nothing else, Adora's glad Catra gets through them quickly.

She hastily scrubs down the rest of her body, wanting little more than to burrow herself in her bunk with the blanket pulled up to her chin. But of course, that's not going to happen until they're out of this shower, and they're not getting out of this shower until Catra's exposed more than just her arm to the stream.

Arms folded across her chest, Adora steps aside, directing a glare back at her friend.

"You need to get under the water, Catra."