At least Adora's still talking to her, and Catra feels herself sag with relief. Hesitantly, she reaches out; the tips of her fingers brushing Adora's arm, ready for her to jerk away in rejection.

"Tell me," she says; but her voice is so quiet it feels like more of a question, more of a request. It's not often that Catra is the one asking Adora to meet her halfway, and as ever she's nervous about doing it. Doesn't know if her request will be received, is scared of what Adora's answer might even be. "Adora, what do you keep thinking about?"