"Sorry!" Adora yelps, before she's pushed onto the mattress with an 'oof'.

"-- That, or I'm dying!" Now that she's begun to entertain the idea, she's not letting it go so easily. But also: this is definitely Catra's fault.

Her eyes narrow into an accusatory glare, and she retaliates in a series of harsh whispers: "You shouldn't have told me all that stuff. Now I can't stop thinking about it, all the time. Is it going to be like this every day, now? I don't know how you can live like that!"