"Well, I'm sorry some of us have to shower daily," Adora grumbles in response, dropping into a sitting position on the now-unoccupied patch of mattress. Normally she'd lie down without a thought, let Catra tangle herself up around her, but right now it'd feel-- weird. Like everything feels weird.

So she spends a moment just staring down at Catra as her frazzled brain tries to work out a solution, before finally announcing: "Okay, good night," throwing herself down on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to her neck, and rolling away to face the wall.