Scorpia is a (hugbug) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-10-22 09:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, she-ra: adora, she-ra: catra, ₴ inactive: scorpia |
Who: Catra, Adora, and Scorpia
What: Catra and Adora welcome Scorpia to Vallo, things are a little tense
When: October 12th
Where: Morningside
Warnings: Much awkward. Just... lots of awkward here guys.
This wasn’t weird. Nope. Not at all. (These were the lies Catra told herself.)
Part of Catra kind of gave up on the idea of seeing anyone from home pop here, too. Not that it was, like - impossible or anything but they’d been here for awhile and as time passed the chances seemed slim. So they did their best and carved a life out for themselves here in Vallo in a way they couldn’t just yet on Etheria. It had been the two of them with a sprinkle of pets, Melog - plus the friends they’ve made along the way. Friends she learned how to keep. Friends she did her best to be good to in her own ornery way to make up for the fact that she’d been terrible to the ones back home.
Like Scorpia.
You’re a bad friend were the words that echoed in a whisper in her mind, over and over. Scorpia hadn’t been wrong. That was their last real interaction before things got worse (so much worse), and while they were all running on the victory high of not dying and saving the universe they had hugged it out and Catra allowed it by not struggling much.
But that wasn’t enough to fix things between them. Far from it. It was maybe a truce to put them on neutral grounds at the very least but being friends wasn’t the most accurate term to describe them. She hoped to get there someday. Assuming Scorpia wanted the same thing, anyway. Catra had to prepare herself in the scenario that she didn’t.
Hand in hand, she and Adora made it to Morningside and holy hell was it nostalgic to be there again. It was their starting point in Vallo too, back when things were tense between them and so much remained unsaid between them. Catra’s apartment went largely unused because she somehow always ended up at Adora’s anyway. They knew their way around.
It was obvious which door was Scorpia’s even if they didn’t have the apartment number - the doorknob was broken. Catra let out a soft snort of amusement. “Hey, Scorp?” she called out, glancing at Adora briefly for what could be a silent request for some quiet encouragement because her tail was so twitchy despite the rest of her seeming so nonchalant.
She knew she’d look different to Scorpia, too. Her hair wasn’t short - and it wasn’t as fluffy as it used to be back in the Horde but it was long and controlled (thanks to Adora usually braiding it). She had more meat on her bones, was well-rested and, well - happy.
Scorpia was a very unexpected surprise for a Tuesday morning. Adora had just stopped off at her favorite place for donuts when the post popped to the top of her network timeline. It was a little surreal to see — no one else had ever come here from Etheria, and she had kind of accepted that they never would. And yet, here someone was. And it was Scorpia, of all people.
Not that Scorpia was a bad person to be here. Adora had had her little jealousies over her once upon a time, but she was well past that now. She knew there was no risk that she would lose Catra to anyone else. What they had was permanent — they’d gone so far as discussing marriage and kids. This wasn’t going anywhere, and she didn’t think Scorpia even wanted that with Catra anymore.
She knew about that baggage, though, and how badly Catra felt about it all. The last thing they remembered from home was riding that victory high, but winning a war didn’t mean they didn’t have all sorts of during-the-war stuff to resolve. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk things out with Scorpia chipped and Prime trying to destroy the universe around them.
Adora considered Scorpia a friend, but she was going to do her best to let Catra take the reins here. She had checked in to see how she was feeling, and complicated was probably the best word to describe it right now. There were some nerves going on, too, that much was apparent. The twitchy tail and that vaguely forlorn gaze right as they approached the door with the crushed doorknob were obvious signs.
She gave Catra’s hand an extra squeeze and leaned over to kiss her forehead and smile down at her reassuringly. She could do this. They could do this. Adora had a feeling it wouldn’t be as awful as she was anticipating. She reached out, giving the door a firm knock just to make sure Scorpia was aware they were out there.
Scorpia did not want to see Catra. Well, part of her did. The part of her that still cared about Catra and wanted to see her do well wanted to see Catra, and the part of her that was confused and lost in this new place and just wanted to see someone familiar wanted to see Catra. But Scorpia… really didn’t want to see Catra.
The problem was that she couldn’t think of a nice way to refuse when Catra had offered to help, especially not when she’d offered to bring Adora, who would maybe make things less awkward, and especially not when here was a part of Scorpia that did want to see Catra.
It wasn’t that she was mad at Catra or anything. She didn’t hold the yelling and the insults against her. She knew that Catra had been going through some stuff. That Adora leaving, and then Shadow Weaver leaving her had made her lash out. That the pressure of command had gotten to her. And Scorpia even knew that she herself hadn’t been a great friend. Definitely not as great a friend as Scorpia had thought she was being at the time, giving in to Catra’s every whim and pretending that Catra was someone that she just, frankly, wasn’t. She’d thought she was being a good friend, but looking back, now that she actually knew what friends were she knew she’d only been what she thought friends should be: loyal to a fault, and able to force people to tell them all their innermost thoughts and feelings, by force if need be.
When Scorpia had told Perfuma about it all, Perfuma had told her that she couldn’t help someone that didn’t want to be helped. And Catra, well… Catra definitely hadn’t wanted to be helped, not then. And Scorpia knew that something had changed. Catra had been fighting with the princesses, against her, when Horde Prime had chipped her. And afterward, once Horde Prime was dead and the war was over, and Scorpia had just been filled with all sorts of joy, Catra hadn’t resisted when she’d hugged her.
There was a difference between that and finding out everyone, apparently, was Catra’s friend now. Scorpia had barely been able to talk to anyone without them mentioning what great friends Catra and Adora were. Adora, Scorpia understood, but Catra… Well, maybe it had been Scorpia, in the end. Maybe she hadn’t been good enough.
She’d been pulling a chair out from her kitchen island, and the bars that made up the back rest snapped between her pincers. She stared at them in despair for a moment (“Oh no, maybe if I just fit it together like this”), and tried, ineffectually, to put it back together.
This was why Scorpia didn’t want to see Catra right now. She didn’t like how she felt about herself with Catra. Perfuma, Frosta, all of them, they made her feel like she was good enough. That just her on her own, she could do whatever she wanted to do. None of them had started off as good friends, but they were all working on it, all trying to be better. She could do anything she put her mind to, and she was good enough to be their friend. She was good enough to be anyone’s friend.
But she’d never felt like she was enough with Catra. She always felt like no matter what she did, no matter how hard she’d tried, she’d always fall short. And she didn’t like who she became when she was with Catra, or the things she’d done. Entrapta had forgiven her almost immediately, but Scorpia still remembered how she stood by when Catra had sent her to Beast Island to die, even though she’d known that Entrapta was right to not want to set off the portal and that Catra was wrong. Even though Entrapta had been a better friend to her. She’d stood by, let Catra ship her off without a word, and why? Because they’d almost shared a moment in the Crimson Waste? Because she thought being loyal to Catra was more important than Entrapta’s life? She tried not to think about what it would have been like if it had been too late when Scorpia had finally come to her senses.
She gave up on trying to fix the chair, closing her eyes instead and taking some deep breaths like Perfuma had taught her, repeating to herself: I can do this. She just had to not think about how much she didn’t want to see Catra, and how much she wished that she’d come up with a better excuse to not to this right now. Catra had wanted to see her and that should make her happy. Catra had obviously changed. Look at all the friends she had now (They’d been good enough for her), and how she’d reached out and tried to be welcoming, not at all like the standoffish woman that Scorpia’d known back on Etheria.
She could do this. She just had to push down all her doubts and insecurities. Just had to push them way down deep. And besides, it wasn’t like it was just going to be her and Catra. Adora would be there too. Things would definitely be less awkward with Adora there.
She didn’t quite yelp when she heard Catra’s voice, but she did jump and drop the frame she was still holding between her claws, and it clattered to the ground with a metallic clang. She took a moment, while someone knocked, to smooth her hair, and she rushed to the door, swinging it open, her gaze falling immediately to Adora and Catra’s clasped hands.
It wasn’t that Scorpia was still in love with Catra - honestly, the more she thought about it, the less she thought she’d ever actually been in love with Catra. In love with the idea of Catra, maybe, or in love with the idea of being in love. But apparently Scorpia had been wrong, earlier, because this was so much more awkward.
Just don’t think about it.
“Adora!” she said, grinning and scooping her into a bear hug. “Wow, is it nice to see you. I mean, I just saw you like… yesterday, I guess, but it’s nice to see you here!” She put Adora down and turned to Catra, smile still frozen on her face and said, “And Catra! Wow! Your hair’s so long! It looks great!”
Yup, awkward. Catra didn’t know why she had Adora reassure her that it wouldn’t be. Scorpia was a sight for sore eyes after so long but there was also this guilt, bubbling like acid and eating away at her - and she deserved to feel that way, she deserved to feel terrible. That's what she told herself anyway. As if self-loathing was a suitable punishment for what she’d done and how she treated Scorpia, but at the same time it wasn’t enough punishment.
Her hand had released Adora's, though not exactly by choice. Scorpia had to unleash the hugs on her which caused the grip to loosen, hands falling. It was fine. She didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of one and didn’t really… want to be, either? It’d be too much and too forced.
Much like Scorpia’s smile when she had addressed her.
Catra had one of her own; a tiny, soft quirk of her lips. A bit sheepish. Kind of tense. “Thanks,” she replied, subconsciously raking a set of claws through her hair. It was nice to not have Horde Prime’s complimentary haircut affect her here even if she did rock it. Her hand sought Adora’s again though, loosely tangling their fingers because there was no shame in that - with how established they were here it was second nature.
She also didn’t really know what else to say so she hoped Adora would fill in the gaps, kind of carry them through this. Scorpia seemed more comfortable with her. Catra could take a hint.
Oh, yep, there it was! Adora didn’t know why she hadn’t expected the immediate bear hug that was honestly more of a near-death squeeze. It was just part of who Scorpia was, and it wasn’t a bad thing, but it was something she definitely needed to adjust to. It had its own unique effect, no question; all of her breath whooshed out of her, and it took a little extra effort to lift her hands and pat at Scorpia’s back to return it to the best of her abilities.
She was grateful to inhale some of the sweet fresh air when she was dropped back onto her feet, and after a couple of coughs into her fist, oxygen was returning to her brain and she was back in working order. She gave Catra’s fingers a squeeze when they returned to tangle with hers and jumped in to take the lead when it looked like her theory was probably wrong.
“It’s really good to see you, Scorpia. How are you settling in?” She took a look around the apartment from their vantage point by the door, and already she could see that Scorpia’s claws had done a little bit of damage. Yeah, this place was definitely going to be rough for her to adjust to, but they were here to help. Maybe some of the techy people would be able to adapt things for her. She could probably ask Lena.
Scorpia stared at Catra for a long moment, frozen smile in place, not really sure what to make of it because she didn’t think she’d ever seen Catra look so nervous before, and was that because of her? Maybe she should have given Catra a hug, except Catra hated hugs and it wasn’t like they were really friends, exactly.
But then Adora was talking and Scorpia nearly sighed in relief. She followed Adora’s gaze to the apartment and gave a nervous laugh, because yeah, the place looked … a little worse for wear. Scorpia was normally pretty good at keeping her strength in control and keeping track of where her tail and her pincers were but today had been a lot. She’d woken up expecting to ask Perfuma out on maybe a date, now that everything was over, and then she’d wound up here, and she’d accidentally stung some nice man who claimed he healed fast and he’d be fine, and then she’d been taken to orientation and given an apartment and then Catra was here and…
Well, it was harder to keep track of her strength and where all her limbs were when she was stressed.
Most of the doorknobs in her apartment now laid on her kitchen island - she’d finally figured out the right amount of pressure to exert to just leave a tiny, pincer-tip sized indentation on her second bedroom door - and some of the furniture was looking a little rough.
“Oh, it’s been okay,” Scorpia said, because there wasn’t any pretending that things were fine. “It’s kind of a lot, but everyone’s been so friendly and welcoming, so it’s not so bad.” And then she added tentatively, with a look at Catra, “All your friends seem really nice.”
These apartments were probably too tiny for Scorpia - and too fragile, she had run into that issue too (her claws would snag and tear things accidentally if she wasn’t paying enough attention). Catra had to wonder about other accommodations in Morningside that catered to the taller folk. Not everyone that came through was normal human-sized and sturdier stuff had to exist, right? Maybe she should contact the desk to see what the options would be if -
Oh. Catra blinked from her thoughts because Scorpia was talking at her. It did feel weird, honestly, to have a surprisingly strong circle of friends when she’d been such an awful one to the one standing right in front of her. It almost didn’t seem fair - made her feel like a fraud, the more she thought about it.
“Hah, yeah -” her hand went up to scratch the back of her neck, claws grazing over the scarred area from the chip. “They’re fine. I mean, they’re all idiots.” Catra meant that fondly, okay, gods forbid she try to express affection without some kind of insult laced around it. “But they’re good people. This place isn’t half-bad. Sometimes things show up to kill you but that’s the norm around here. We - Adora - can show you where all the best places to eat are whenever.”
Best to exclude herself from that in case, uh. You know. Whatever. Her tail closed around her own waist for no reason whatsoever or anything.
So, they were still standing in the hallway. Which was fine but didn’t really make for much of a visit. But maybe Scorpia didn’t want them to hang out? Adora couldn’t totally be sure, but things were palpably awkward when she spoke to Catra. They were both obviously trying, but it wasn’t going well, and Adora wasn’t the best mediator? Like, she could try, but defusing weird situations wasn’t her area. If anything, she tended to make things worse by overcompensating.
She wasn’t just going to invite them into Scorpia’s space. She had thought about inviting her to stay on Darla with them on their way over here. It only seemed right to offer and keep them all in one place. But with how things felt right now, she didn’t think that was a great idea. And she didn’t want Catra to feel like she was making decisions without consulting her again.
Talking about their friends, though, was easy. “Yeah, they are pretty great,” she agreed with a smile. “You’ll be able to make friends with them pretty easily, too. Bonding happens fast when you’re all in the same situation.” Their little group had really only started solidifying in the past few months, but they were good people. Mostly boys but she loved them. They made her miss Bow a little less and a little more, depending on the day.
“Do you want to maybe - go out and get something to eat? There’s this cute little cafe I love, Cafe Tropical. We can get burgers and smoothies?” Maybe moving to a more neutral location would help. She was floundering a little here but trying not to let it show.
Scorpia really was glad that Catra had managed to find friends, really, she was, but the difference between the affectionate ‘they’re all idiots’ and what Scorpia had always thought, at the time, were affectionate insults about her was hard not to notice.
She also did not particularly want them in their apartment. Not only because of any weirdness that may or may not have existed between her and Catra, but because there wasn’t anything there. And she’d half-destroyed the place. She didn’t even have any tea or snacks to offer them, and she’d be a terrible host, and actually, she’d never really hosted anyone before in her entire life, except when Catra had come by her room in the Fright Zone sometimes, but that probably didn’t count.
So Adora’s suggestion was met with a very eager smile and a deep, deep feeling of relief. “Oh yes! Let’s do that!” she said cheerily. “So long as I don’t have to eat any salad.” She paused, frowning. “Don’t tell Perfuma I said that. You know. If she comes here.”
Oh no. Did she not just exclude herself from food outings? Catra’s eyes snapped to Adora, brows furrowed in a look that translated to what are you doing but Scorpia seemed for it. Backing out wasn’t an option even if there was a part of her that wanted to turn around and flee.
But that wouldn’t be fair. She needed to give this moment a chance. Maybe it will get better. Maybe it wouldn’t be as tense, if they kept trying.
So Catra was going to keep trying. She owed Scorpia an honest goddamn effort.
“Salads are optional,” she chuckled raspily, that tiny smile becoming the more commonly seen smirk she wore. “I mean - if you get a bunch of vegetables on your burger it’s kind of like eating a salad, I guess?? I’ll just get a milkshake to dip fries in. But are we okay with walking there? I don’t think my stomach can handle another Waypoint.”
Adora knew that look and her stomach filled with some mixture of dread and regret. See! This was why she shouldn’t be the one to make decisions! She had clearly heard Catra volunteer her (and her alone) for any future food excursions, but she didn’t feel right just saying hi and bye to Scorpia and calling it a day. If she didn’t want them in her apartment, and it was clear by how eagerly she agreed that she did not, the least they could do was take her out for her first meal.
And sorry, Catra, but there was really no way for you to get out of it this time around.
“Walking is fine with me,” she agreed. “Catra doesn’t really do great with teleportation.” That part was directed toward Scorpia before she started down the hallway toward the elevator, pulling Catra along and expecting Scorpia would follow. She shot her an apologetic look and gave her hand another firm squeeze, but seriously, what was she supposed to do?
“Oh, I don’t mind walking,” Scorpia agreed. She hadn’t had any problems with the Waypoints so far, but she thought she could understand the sentiment. She had to duck just a little to get through the elevator doors.
It wasn’t often when Scorpia was quiet, except she was quiet now, as the elevator doors slid shut, and now they were all stuck in what was apparently the slowest elevator in the multiverse. She tapped the tips of her pincers together, racking her brain for something to say or some non-awkward bit of conversation, except that she couldn’t think of anything to say at all. Not a single thing.
Except, “So, doorways sure are short here, huh? Do you ever hit your head on them sometimes, Adora? When you’re She-Ra, I mean? Are you still She-Ra?”
“Oh, she’s definitely still She-Ra,” Catra decided to reply for whatever reason - the question wasn’t directed to her at all, why even was she. Maybe because it’d just be awkward if she stood there and listened without participating and this elevator ride was already taking forever enough.
So she’d smirk at Adora and tease her instead. “Doesn’t let anyone forget it either but I guess that’s fine. This new version isn't bad on the eyes.”
The flirty words slipped out without much thought. It was habit now, with the way they were and their friends knew that their banter had a habit of developing into some obnoxious PDA moments. But this was kind of the first time in front of someone they knew back home, so. Could be weird.
Adora grinned back at her girlfriend, easily falling right back into their familiar rhythm. “You don’t let anyone forget it either,” she pointed out. “And you shouldn’t because She-Ra’s hot and awesome.” There was another squeeze to Catra’s hand and a gentle bump to her shoulder. Admittedly, she was full of herself as She-Ra, but there was no shortage of bragging from either one of them.
“I’m usually not She-Ra when I go through doors, though,” she told Scorpia, looking over at her this time. “But I guess I can duck a little if I ever need to for some reason.”
The elevator finally hit the lobby and the doors slid open. Good, they’d be surrounded by other people and probably less crowded together and awkward.
It probably should have been more strange to see Catra and Adora being so coupley, and Scorpia almost expected it to be, like that first visceral lurch when she saw them holding hands in her doorway, but it wasn’t. Well, it was a little strange, but not in any particularly bad or awkward way.
In fact, she was pretty sure it was the happiest she’d ever seen Catra, except, maybe, for a few fleeting moments in the Crimson Waste. They weren’t friends anymore, had probably never actually been friends, if Scorpia was honest, but it was still kind of nice to see and she was content enough to just take a moment to observe them. Catra was looking healthier now too, she noticed - it wasn’t just the hair - and even Adora looked less stressed than she had, though Scorpia had never known Adora as well as she did Catra.
She ducked under the elevator door as she stepped out, and headed for the exit of Morningside. She wasn’t, necessarily, at ease, but her nerves had quieted a little bit at least, and so she wasn’t just a towering mass of nervous energy. “What do you guys do here, anyway?”
It was hard to picture doing much of anything, now that there was no Horde or Rebellion, and nothing to rebuild.
“Vallo’s got a set of defense teams in place for when things get weird,” Catra supplied conversationally with a shrug, trying not to make it too obvious that she was watching Scorpia carefully - mostly to just take in signs of discomfort. “We signed up and Adora’s the coordinator for the one we’re on. Lots of wandering around the woods and killing things.”
It could get stressful but it was also the kind of stress they were familiar with and knew how to handle. Plus, kept them in shape, filled their bank accounts (it was a joint one, how domestic of them) and gave Catra another outlet for all the nasty feelings that sometimes reared their ugly head. “It’s not the only thing you can do though - literally, you can find whatever. Whenever you’re ready. Like a new start.”
“Exactly,” Adora backed Catra up. She didn’t think Scorpia would necessarily want to join Defense — she absolutely could, and Adora would back her for Sara and Shiro, but she didn’t necessarily seem like she wanted to fight all the time. “Our friend, Yasha, she’s opened this bug-and-flower shop. You really can do just about anything. No more Horde or Rebellion, so the career options are a little more open.”
Scorpia’s whole life, she’d only had to really make one decision for herself, and that had only had two choices: stay with Catra and the Horde even though she couldn’t ignore that it was all wrong anymore, or to go to the Rebellion and try to save Entrapta. And suddenly, she had the choice of doing anything she’d ever wanted, including things she’d never heard of before (she thought Perfuma especially would like a bug and flower shop).
But suddenly having all the choices in the world felt more paralyzing than having none at all, and now she wished she’d only had the option of one or two things. It was funny how she could picture jobs for all her friends - Perfuma would be perfect in a flower shop, and Entrapta would probably do something sciencey with a bunch of tech, but she, Scorpia, couldn't think of a single thing that she actually wanted to do, instead of just the things she was good at (namely fighting, and maybe hugging, except she didn't think anywhere that would pay her for giving really good hugs).
But boy, Scorpia hadn’t really needed to give herself anything else to add to her stress level right now, so she pushed that particular worry way down deep to think about later.
They exited Morningside, and she waited for one of them to lead the way to the cafe. “Do you have a lot that you need to defend against?”
The cafe wasn’t that far. It was probably how it had come to be one of Adora’s most frequented haunts - close to their first apartment, easy and convenient access. Catra was pretty good with Vallo geography, mostly because she hated relying on Waypoints for travel (it was just as bad as teleporting with Sparkles) and preferred the more traditional route of travel: her feet.
Until she managed to finish that goddamn bike, anyway.
“Out here - meh,” Catra gestured to the city vaguely. “It’s safer around these parts. Most of what’s dangerous tends to spawn from the forest.” Conveniently, right where they lived but they always did like being in the thick of things. “Why don’t you ask Adora what gave her the scars on her face?”
There was a barely repressed snort of amusement as she went to tickle that spot, right around Adora’s jaw where she had pink lines that looked like claw marks.. Except these weren’t inflicted by hers, thanks.
“Why are you being mean,” Adora sighed, turning her jaw out of Catra’s grasp. Rude, but she wasn’t really offended or anything. This was just how Catra showed affection, she knew that. And the scars looked pretty badass, actually, despite the creature that had caused them being — well, not what one would typically consider some terrible beast.
“It was turkeys,” she admitted to Scorpia. “But they were crazy murderous turkeys. And I got here when She-Ra was still on the fritz, so I didn’t really get to heal them up properly. Now they just look cool.” She flashed a bright smile, tugging Catra’s hand to lead her around a crew of old ladies taking up the whole sidewalk.
Why are you being mean?
Scorpia frowned, because this was probably - no, definitely - the nicest she had ever seen Catra. It was nice to see, Catra being happy and with a lot of friends, but Scorpia wasn’t part of that. Scorpia had never been part of that. That was a Catra and Adora thing, and Scorpia was just stepping in and getting in the way.
“Wow, murderous turkeys, that sounds… kind of terrifying, actually,” Scorpia said, because she’d just started picturing it, with their big talons and their bright red wattles, and nope, she was glad she missed that. “Actually, that reminds me that I have… a thing…” She tried to come up with what thing, and failed entirely. For growing up in the Horde, she really was bad at lying. She probably should have worked on that more. “Back up in the apartment that I forgot about. But thank you for inviting me for food, really. It really was nice to see you both.”
And then she was retreating back to Morningside.
It was stupid for Catra to almost think this was going to be even kind of okay.
Just as the tense awkwardness was finally started to seep from muscle and bone, that happened - Scorpia backpedaled and turned to leave. A sense of unease zipped back into her body and the smile she’d finally grown comfortable wearing fell as her ears pressed back into her skull. This was a bad idea. This was too soon. Obviously Scorpia was full of it, and part of her wished she’d be brutally honest instead of coming up with terrible excuses to dip out but Catra, having been the bad friend, didn’t have the right to ask that of her.
“Let’s just -” her hand tightened around Adora’s, and she wished she could make her stomach stop feeling like it was endlessly sinking. “Let’s go home, okay?” This was a mistake.
Oh. That was…unexpected but also not completely? This hadn’t been a comfortable situation from the very start. Maybe it was wrong of them to thrust themselves at Scorpia so immediately when there were obviously still issues between her and Catra. Saying hi and bye at the door might have been the smarter idea.
But before she could say anything (she wasn’t sure what but surely there had to be something), Scorpia made a terrible excuse and just left. A part of her was a tiny bit relieved because, seriously, she was not good with awkward situations. She just hated how obviously it hurt Catra.
“Okay,” Adora agreed, lifting their joined hands to kiss Catra’s knuckles. She gave her a small, sympathetic smile, pressed her hand to the nearest Waypoint, and they were gone.