Catra listens, and all she really gets out of that is:

"--It's my fault you're dying?"

Isn't that just the stupidest thing she's ever heard. And she's heard a lot of stupid things, most of them also from Adora's mouth. It's not something that Catra's going to stand for, raising herself on one elbow behind Adora and leaning on her to reach around her head, yanking her pillow out from under her. (What? Adora said she wasn't going to puke, that means being rough is fine.)

"Look, I don't get what's gotten you sick, but don't go blaming it on me." Her tail smacks against Adora's leg in annoyance. "I've been feeling fine, so whatever you've got is your own problem. You've probably just stressed yourself out too much about--" the stuff they talked about last night "--everything. When'd it start?"