"Stop being so dramatic!" She demands in a hushed voice, one that's still loud enough to elicit an annoyed groan from Lonnie. Catra takes a moment to bare her teeth in that direction, a threat that nobody other than Adora can actually see, but drops back down to an irritated whisper and lets her tail lash her aggression out under the blanket. Let the constant movement and jostling of the cover annoy Adora, it'll serve her right.

"You're not dying, you idiot." Seriously, this is Catra's best friend? She should've picked someone smarter. For what feels like the millionth time since the topic got brought up the night before, Catra growls a sigh, dredging up the last ounces of her patience. Adora freaks out all the time, they can work through this. "Come on, talk me through it. What's going on in that dumb head of yours?"