Catra's ears immediately tilt back in offense, Adora's fingers around her wrist stinging like a rejection. Adora doesn't want her help in the simulation tomorrow, Adora doesn't need her. What good is it anyway, to have Catra on her side?
She's about to jerk her hand back and roll back over again to nurse the fresh pain in her heart when her eyes, so close to Adora's, catch sight of something new.
She's always had good vision in the dark. She's always been able to keep track of things that Adora insists she could never see, and she's always been able to follow movements well.
She gives her fingers an experimental twitch against Adora's thigh, stretches them out along the edge of the bandage and then curls them back into a fist, nails dragging along her skin. All the while watching Adora's eyes, silent and intently focused on her pupils. Did she really just...?
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She's about to jerk her hand back and roll back over again to nurse the fresh pain in her heart when her eyes, so close to Adora's, catch sight of something new.
She's always had good vision in the dark. She's always been able to keep track of things that Adora insists she could never see, and she's always been able to follow movements well.
She gives her fingers an experimental twitch against Adora's thigh, stretches them out along the edge of the bandage and then curls them back into a fist, nails dragging along her skin. All the while watching Adora's eyes, silent and intently focused on her pupils. Did she really just...?