"Okay," Adora answers with a flushed little giggle. "It's just-- it's been a bit."

It's not as though she's forgotten how to touch Catra-- she could never, those rare quiet moments in the Horde when they'd curl up together etched deep into her memory. She just... wants to be careful with her. Wants to make sure she doesn't let this precious chance go to waste.

But she presses her fingertips in more, as requested, just the way she remembers-- massaging into the base before scratching her way up, pinching the ear between her forefinger and thumb to caress the pink inner on the way down. Up and down, back and again.

Catra's rumbling like a motor engine underneath her, lashes fluttering with contentment, but Adora wants to ask anyway: "Feel good?"