Adora's back is so tensed up it's like a plane of rough terrain, and Catra's hand continues to knead across the sore muscles. The annoyance in her tone is at odds with the soothing touch, but that's just how she is.

"We're still people, Adora." She's not going to pretend she's not irritated by this. "Not everything we do has to be for the Horde."