By the time Adora - stupid, slow Adora - has managed to climb up the ladder, Catra's got herself curled up on her side, tail safely in her own lap, and her blanket firmly drawn over herself.

Still, her shoulders hunch further when Adora says words at her; and silently, Catra grabs her pillow from under her head and stuffs it over the top instead, pointedly blocking her ears and providing a cover over her wet and scrunched eyes.

It's late, and it's time to be asleep. Adora can just wait until morning, and yell at her then with everybody else.