"I'm not gonna puke," Adora lets out in a petulant whine. For all the effort she put into keeping her distance today, Catra wedges herself behind her as easily as that, and Adora doesn't have it in her to pull away.

Catra's being so sweet, and caring, and Adora doesn't even know if she's sick or just crazy. Her body is as tense against Catra's as it was last night, but the proximity is as irresistible to her as it was last night, too; drawing her in with the hum of warmth formed between skin and fur.

"I just feel-- wrong," she confesses, everything she couldn't admit to Shadow Weaver tumbling from her lips in a guilt-fuelled babble. "I'm distracted, I can't focus, I'm tense all the time and I keep getting-- heart palpitations, and there's this twisty feeling in my stomach that won't go away. I've felt like this before but it's never been this bad or lasted this long, and I'm pretty sure it's your fault, but also, maybe I'm dying."

And she lets out a wheezing breath, before burying her face in the pillow.