Adora's eyes are wide as dinner plates, voice high with panic. Beyond her sense of dread at the rejection, there's a sharp spike of anxiety at the realization her best friend is doing something wrong.
She grabs Catra's elbow, tugging it away.
"You can't! Shadow Weaver said--" Her voice thins as a new wave of heat flushes over her, called forth by an old, shameful memory she had buried deep down. She breaks her gaze away from Catra, whispering: "We're not supposed to touch there."
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Adora's eyes are wide as dinner plates, voice high with panic. Beyond her sense of dread at the rejection, there's a sharp spike of anxiety at the realization her best friend is doing something wrong.
She grabs Catra's elbow, tugging it away.
"You can't! Shadow Weaver said--" Her voice thins as a new wave of heat flushes over her, called forth by an old, shameful memory she had buried deep down. She breaks her gaze away from Catra, whispering: "We're not supposed to touch there."