WHAT: Adora and Catra make wishes that come true WHERE: Darla WHEN: This morning WARNINGS: Pregnancy, body swapping, I think that's it? STATUS: Complete
âI donât want to,â Catra sighed, this tired breath of frustration coming out of her for what felt like the millionth time. Most days were okay but today, today was just â it was rough. Nausea hit her a little brutally (fuck off back to the first trimester, god), and sheâd been on the receiving end of what they learned were called Braxton Hicks. It left her crampy, stomach tightening on and off and feeling rock-hard to touch for a minute or two. She was tired and far too comfortable in her nest of blankets and pillows on the couch to consider budging. âWe can go walking tomorrow, okay?â
She knew the moment she got up, her hips would be screaming. Sheâd feel that nerve pain shoot up and down her leg and into her damn butt and while Adora learned that her magic can offer some pain relief, she also just didnât feel like getting to that point. Plus â sheâd get all out of breath in like five minutes and she was really fucking hating it.
And she knew Adora meant well, that she was trying to listen to doctorâs orders by encouraging movement â which hadnât been a problem before, Catra had been relatively active throughout this whole thing â but the closer their due date got, the less she wanted to do anything. Walking is a good thing, and healthy, and a low-impact exercise was the argument, and it was a way to help get labor started in a timely manner now that they were literally days away from that point.
Catra did not give a shit today.
She had swallowed down that prenatal smoothie with its funny aftertaste without showing Adora how much she wanted to gag on it. She had drunk the brewed hot tea meant to help blood pressure stay leveled. She had â tried??? â stretching a little. Then she decided she was done, and put on a little sundress and whipped her hair up into a neat ponytail so she could pretend she was more put together than she felt. Catra looked cute! How bad could it be, really?
But she was done for today. It wasnât even noon, and she quit.
Adora was doing her best to be patient. This pregnancy had been mostly smooth-going, no major bumps in the road, all the symptoms normal. Overall, Catra had seemed pretty content, but Adora knew it had been trying. She knew now, especially, past the official nine-month mark and just, at this point, waiting for the day Finn came, that Catra was tired and irritable, and she was trying to be understanding. She was trying to help.
Her wife, however, was stubborn. Not a newsflash by any stretch of the imagination, but it was wearing on her more than usual. She was trying to be good, trying to make sure she exercised and kept up with everything she needed with the birth right on the horizon, but then Catra got like this â it was all she could do to not get irritable herself.
She was currently perched on the couch next to Catra, feet on the ground, already dressed and ready to go out for the walk Catra was refusing to take. Sheâd been trying to make it part of their morning ritual, and most of the time, Catra was receptive. Right now, she was basically shut down. Adora knew she was half a second away from calling her annoying, but this had to be done.
âHoney,â she said patiently, âjust ten minutes. Weâll go say hi to Clawdeen and the cubs and come right back. It wonât be long, I promise.â
Catra closed her eyes as if she was on the verge of completely disregarding Adora, diving deep into the depths of a nap. She wasnât, alas â her body tightened up with tension, an ache embedding itself into her lower back for several seconds. It was uncomfortable but she breathed through it, slow and steady, through its crest and fall.
When it was over, her eyes opened. Her tail went from stiff to limp. âItâs never just ten minutes,â she huffed in annoyance, thumbing at a bracelet on her wrist. Silvery band with blue jewels that matched Adoraâs eyes; it was why she fell in love with it the moment she had spotted it and why her wife didnât hesitate to buy it for her. âYour version of ten minutes is technically forty-five, Iâve watched the clock. Youâre going to get caught up in all the cuuuute of the cubs, and then bullshit with Teela, and then try to convince me to stop by one of the little villages nearby to look at something, and I donât want to.â
Considering Catra felt like she had to pee every damn hour too, she just wanted the comfort and knowledge that a bathroom wasnât far away when she needed it. That was the only walking she was willing to do and that was because she had no choice in that.
âI woke up, got up, showered, put clothes on,â she rattled on, huffing and puffing some more in this quiet, exasperated way. âIâm good, Adora.â
Alright, Adora couldnât really deny that. It wasnât intentional, but the cubs were cute! And she and Teela had good conversations! She wasnât going out of her way to make Catra suffer on her feet, although she could admit asking her to come out to the villages with her was maybe an attempt to coax some more steps out of her.
âI wonât do that this time,â she insisted, continuing on this path despite the huffiness her wife was giving her. That was probably a sign she should let up, but she was determined. âLook,â she reached for her phone in her pocket. âIâll set a timer right now, we wonât go far. We can just walk around Darla until the timer goes off, then Iâll carry you back in and you can sit here for the rest of the day.â
That seemed like a good compromise to her. She didnât want to go out of her way to upset Catra, but it was important that she get the exercise in, per the doctorâs orders.
âI said no!â she snapped, and immediately regretted the bite the words carried because â god, she knew Adora was trying to be helpful, that this was her way of taking care of her. Catra pinched the bridge of her nose and screwed her eyes shut as she tried to summon some reserve of patience. There wasnât much. She wanted to cry. Everything was stupid and she was tired. âIâm sorry, I love you. Itâs just not detrimental to my health that I skip one stupid day of walking so just - stop.â
Being irate made her not want to lay out like she was. Catra made the effort to shift, and most days it wasnât a problem except today it was because her hips were already giving her shit by the slight movement, but she at least made herself sit up so she could properly make a face of utter defiance at her, freckled nose scrunched up and eyes glaring. âYou try walking around with this,â a gesture at her stomach, âfor ten minutes.â
The snapping came with a bit of a sting, but Adora pressed her lips together and didnât let it show. She knew it wasnât on purpose. This was just part of the pregnancy package, especially this far along, and the hurt was her own fault for pushing. She accepted the apology with a brief nod, knowing it was sincere.
âI know itâs not detrimental to your health to skip. Probably,â she admitted. âAnd I know it must be really, really hard to get up right now, but Iâll be right there beside you the whole time. What if we just make it five minutes? Please.â
Probably? PROBABLY? That was when the look of defiance suddenly became a look that could probably (hah) make someone piss themselves. Catra didnât know why that struck her nerve. It just did. Piled on with Adora not knowing when to back down, and feeling overwhelmed at how frustrated she felt that she wasnât being listened to?
Catra could have screamed. She wanted to yell, and be mad, but that wasnât the fairest thing to do â she already felt guilty about snapping and she didnât want to make Adora her hormonal punching back. Being knocked up wasnât an excuse for being a total dick.
So she tried to calm herself down, and that led to one of the worst things: crying. Or almost crying in this case, that anger-turned-frustration-turned-tears bit causing her eyes to water. âDude, I said stop,â she sniffed, her nose already turning rosy, hands rising up to preemptively wipe her cheek despite nothing falling yet. âEverything is hard today, Adora, and I donât need you toâgoddamnit, I wish this was you instead for one day just so you knew. Go away.â
She didnât really mean that, no. It sounded more pitiful than anything. But she needed Adora to step back before the waterworks really erupted, because Catra hated those. She was already reeling from her dumb night of sobbing with anxiety over Adoraâs scars and she didnât want something like that again.
Oh. Yeah. Okay. That hurt a lot more than just being snapped at ever could have. But she was hurting Catra, too, she could see it. She might not be crying yet, but she was right on the borderline, and that was Adoraâs fault. She hated it. She hated that all she really wanted to do was help, make sure her wife was as taken care of as possible, and instead it led to this.
It really sucked.
What sucked more was that Catra was right. She didnât understand. She tried â she read all the books, watched an insane amount of YouTube videos, kept up with every bit of new information on the app they shared on their phones, literally took notes when the doctor gave them advice or instructions â but she just didnât know. She couldnât. She wasnât experiencing it. She wasnât the one carrying their baby. And that had been a relief for the longest time because she didnât think she could handle pregnancy.
Lately, though, sheâd been wondering what it was like. She wasnât sure where the desire had come from â whether it was some need to see if Catra was exaggerating or just feeling like she was missing out on something incredible. It had taken her so long to feel Finn moving on the outside; Catra had been feeling them inside for months by then, and it had inspired this weird jealousy in her.
She shoved it down, of course, because it was ridiculous. Stupid. Sheâd had so much more in their lives than Catra had. It didnât feel right to be jealous of her when they had come to this decision together.
With a sigh, she reached out, tracing her fingers along the stones on the bracelet sheâd picked out for Catra just last week. Sheâd seen her wife eyeing it â on one of their walks, actually, this one through a flea market circuit in the nearby village â and had bought it for her immediately, hoping it would be a comfort after the dreadful night of worries theyâd just gone through. It was pretty.
âIâm sorry,â she murmured, looking very much like a kicked puppy when her eyes flicked upward to meet Catraâs. âI wish I could really understand what it was like for you.â
Catra offered a watery smile. Dummy was the word her lips were on the precipice of forming. Like, her lips parted for a breath and to say the little nickname (of endearment, Adora always knew that) when, suddenly, she felt as if all the oxygen in the room was suddenly sucked out.
She couldnât tell you what happened or why. There was this tingle on her wrist that spread everywhere, a burst of power â magic â that sizzled under her skin and exploded brightly from where Adoraâs fingers touched the bracelet on her. After that, it was some kind of weird out of body experience. Phantom versions of her and Adora popping out for one whole second before they popped back into their bodies. Easy peasy, no big deal.
Except â
Catra blinked.
At herself.
Who was sitting on the couch, in that dress, very pregnant. Was she looking at a mirror all of a sudden??
âWhat the fuck,â she said in a voice that was distinctly not hers. Catra brought her hands â with no claws â to her throat to feel, and to touch her face, and then to look at her fingers, and her brain short-circuited. This wasnât her body. It was a body she very much loved, and adored, and had put her hands and mouth on plenty in the very recent past (like last night, maybe) but it wasnât hers. âUhhhhhhhhhhhhh.â
Adora felt the magic immediately, and she knew just as quickly that it wasnât her. She didnât even get a chance to check â her instinct was to raise her hand just to check â but she didnât get that opportunity. The strange magic crackled under her skin, and there was a moment where she swore she could see outside of her body.
It was weird, but this was Vallo; weird jolts werenât totally uncommon, although they may be concerning. There was a bout of dizziness that followed, but she didnât think much more of it than that until she heard her voice.
Her voice. Her own. In front of her, not coming out of her mouth. She hadnât even spoken, and she was way more horizontal than sheâd been sixty seconds ago.
âC-Catra?â She blinked at her own face as a whole new set of sensations settled in, and boy, the change was palpable. There was a weight on her abdomen she hadnât expected, and while in the grand scheme of things, it wasnât much compared to what she could lift? Gods. She raised her hands, shaking, and pushed them into the sides of the couch, and stuck.
Claws. She had claws and they had stuck right into the couch cushions, leaving her wide-eyed and mildly freaked out.
âI can breathe comfortably,â Catra blinked, realizing now that there wasnât the sensation of pressure pushing up on all her organs â her bladder â and it was the realization of relief. âWait, sorry, not the point but what the fuck is even happening???â
Dropping f-bombs using Adoraâs mouth and voice was weird. Watching herself looked freaked out was weird. All of this was weird. She kept blinking, and putting her hands on her (Adoraâs???) chest and stomach (the weirdest part, she was used to feeling that firm roundness and not firm abs on herself) and she had fleshy ears.
âDid you, um.â Catra sat next to her, and took Adoraâs (hers) hands to carefully extract from the couch. âDid you do something? Iâm not going to be mad if you did! ⊠But did you? Are you okay?â
Adora was currently on pregnant duty and oh my god how weird was that.
âYou think I could do this?!â Adora retorted, the words snapping out of her mouth before she could think about how they sounded and whose voice they sounded in. She loved the sound of her wifeâs voice, but knowing that the words coming out were her own â good gods, this was confusing.
âI donât swap peopleâs bodies on your average Tuesday, Catra,â she said, her voice going low and a little seething, like she was offended by the very prospect. She felt something else shift and raised a hand, after pulling a wrist out of her own hand, to feel an ear. A very furry ear, shifted low in a way she was much more familiar with from an outside perspective.
âOh, accidentally knocking me up with your magic is unsurprising but accidentally doing a body-swap trick is too much of a stretch?â Catra challenged with a frown, looking at her body and face being all⊠upset. The swap was painless on her end; she was in a body that currently isnât being shared so there was normalcy.
But Adora somehow got into hers, and the sensation of being wildly uncomfortable and tired was still very fresh. âAnswer my other question, weirdo,â she insisted, taking her face into her hands. This was a weird perspective. âAre you okay? Remember that youâre in my sore body carrying precious cargo and weâve just been magically messed with.â
Adora huffed, trying to avert her eyes, but it didnât work for long. It was weird to look up and see her own blue eyes boring down on her instead of the blue-and-gold she was currently sporting, but there was some comfort in knowing that in that body was her wife. At least she hadnât somehow body-swapped with a total stranger. That would have been even weirder.
âIâm fine,â she muttered. âIt feels⊠crazy, but I think Iâm still on some sort of adrenaline high because itâs not that bad.â She could feel the potential for it, the soreness sitting on her spine and seeping further down. And of course, going from very trim and in shape to suddenly having this extreme roundness and feeling a giant lump in her stomach was crazy.
She figured it could be worse. Maybe it would get there, but right now, she was okay.
âThis wasnât me,â she insisted. âIt didnât feel like my magic. It wasâŠâ She didnât know how to describe it, but she knew it wasnât any manifestation of the Power sheâd ever dealt with. âI guess it felt old,â she went on. âItâs sharper.â
Not Adora, then. Catra believed that. The next suspicion was Vallo being Vallo, and there was an easy way to confirm that. Hands dropping, she reached over to the coffee table to snatch up her phone. Seeing Adoraâs fingers on her screen as she navigated the device was surreal, and when she opened up the network to suss out any weird activity (like the whole age thing that happened not long ago) she was met with relative normalcy.
âNo oneâs freaking out about anything like this,â she observed. âSo it might just be an us thing. I donât get it. We were justâarguing, andâŠâ Catra set the phone down to scrub her hands over her face, and she could distinctly notice the difference between Adoraâs face and her own. Fuck fuck fuck. âI know I said I wanted you to feel what itâs like because you were getting on my nerves, and now⊠do words have magic? Did we just say things we werenât supposed to?â
âI guess they could,â Adora agreed, brows furrowing as she considered that. It was good to keep her focus on this because there was so much going on in her brain and Catraâs body right now that she was starting to get twitchy. âBut if thatâs the case, what makes those words any more magical than anything else, right? None of this makes any freaking sense.â
She reached for Catraâs hands again to help her sit up straighter. She couldnât stand being in this half-horizontal position, it was too relaxed for this situation, and she wasnât having it. âHelp, please,â she requested, reading the telltale signs of hesitance on her face. âI donât know how you can sit like this all the time.â
Catra helped, obviously. She knew this burden all too well so she sympathized â but she also couldnât help the amused, somewhat smug tilt of her lips. Pregnancy aches were no joke sometimes, and she would prefer to be the one on the receiving end of them, except...
There was truth to her wish.
âItâs not the most comfortable but itâs the lesser of evils,â she supplied, squeezing her (ahhhh) hands gently. The smugness grew. âSo - feeling up for that walk now, Adora? Want to give it a try, Adoraaaa?â
Regret hit Adora as soon as those pangs of sciatic pain jolted through her lower back. Her eyes immediately welled with tears and she let out a hiss of pain â a sound much more catlike than it ever had been leaving her mouth before â and she yanked her hands out of Catraâs grasp. She sank back down into the pillows and bit down on her bottom lip so hard that she drew blood.
Because she had pointy teeth. Fangs. And one of them literally broke the skin.
âDonât,â she said through gritted teeth, glaring up at her wife, âcall me by my name when youâre wearing my face. Itâs weird.â
And no, she didnât want to walk, but she sort of figured her reaction spoke that for her. Later, sheâd feel like a massive jerk for pushing Catra now that she felt the pain, but right now, she was too focused on that pain to react any way other than anger. It felt so out of her control, and she hated it.
Oh, fucking hell. Worst time to try and make a joke out of the situation. Catra handled the pains with more grace; she had time to get used to it all as her body grew, and sheâd been mentally preparing herself for all sorts of discomforts and how to breathe through them (per their classes, which felt so awkward and cheesy when you were in them but they were actually helpful). âHey, hey, sorry,â she hushed, reaching up to wipe her lip with a thumb. âIâm sorry. Just be careful with all my pointy parts, andââ
They needed to figure out how to fix this, fast. Who knew when Finn would come â their due date was coming up, and it would be their awful luck that they would come early while an entirely unprepared for birth Adora was occupying her body.
âLike I told you â everythingâs hard today. So donât expect to get up much besides going to the bathroom,â Catra told her. âItâs usually not the worst, but.â She sighed. âItâs one of those right now. Iâll get Teela and Adam over to help us figure this out but how do IâŠ?â
Catra made a nervous noise and wiggled her fingers.
âMagic. The glowy healy kind that you use to help me when things hurt? I can usually breathe through this shit but this is weird and I wanna make sure youâre at least semi-comfortable while youâre in my hot mom bod.â
God, no wonder Adora was an attentive mess of worries when dealing with her. Catra wasnât faring all too well either with her nerves.
Adoraâs glare faded into something softer when she took a moment and realized she wasnât the only one in an unfamiliar situation. Sure, maybe hers was a little more intense, what with being suddenly pregnant and feeling more pain that she ever could have imagined Catra was feeling, not with how well she still carried herself. But Adora knew well her own body was no walk in the park, not with the way anxiety riddled through her even medicated, always operating at a low hum.
Catra was trying to ease that for her, making jokes, and sheâd jumped right to losing her patience. It wasnât fair, and Catra deserved better. Neither of them were at fault for this situation â or, well, she didnât think they were â and even with the earthquake of hormones starting to bear down on her, she forced herself to focus on the matter at the forefront right now.
She pushed out a breath and reached for Catraâs hand again, placing it against the corner of her mouth first, where her lower lip had torn. Thankfully, teaching her wife how to use her powers shouldnât be too difficult; blood had her inextricably linked to the Power, it was just a matter of learning how to channel it.
âJust focus on love,â she told her quietly. âThatâs all it takes.â
Right!
Love.
That was easy. Catra was always overflowing with it in excess anyway even when Adora tested her nerves. âOkay,â she exhaled, furrowing her brows. Love. She watched her, and even if she was technically watching her body it was still very much Adora â all awkwardly huffy and uncomfortable, and now she just wanted to make sure she was taken care of.
She knew what Adoraâs magic felt like. She just never felt it like this, thrumming through her body like it was a purring vibration of its own, lighting up her skin. It was powerful, but gentle. The healing was summoned easily.
But so was someone else, and Catra was now just beginning to realize that the hand on Adoraâs (hers, goddamnit) face had grown. There was a golden bracer around her wrist. And she felt like she was sitting up higher? Taller???
Catra blinked. âYou look so little.â
Adora couldnât help but laugh, so genuinely amused by the moment that she hardly registered the raspier, squeakier sound of her wifeâs laugh coming out of her. She remembered those days, when she was so overwhelmed with the magic of the Heart amping her up that every time she sunk into her feelings for Catra, she transformed without realizing what was happening. She was much more controlled now, able to channel her powers without becoming She-Ra every time.
It was weirdly kind of cute to see Catra struggle with it, though. And it was sweet, knowing she loved her so much that she couldnât help but be overtaken by the Power.
âThat would be because youâre She-Ra,â she chuckled, trailing the tips of her fingers along the much larger hand against her cheek. She was trying her best not to think of this as weird, to see Catra even while she was staring at her own face. She was definitely there, soft and shy behind the eyes in a way she rarely showed anyone but Adora.
âHow does it feel?â
âItâs so fucking weird,â she said with a rushed breath, letting out a laugh about it too since it obviously wasnât weird in a bad way. âLike I can probably go outside and make Darla budge with my bare hands. The biggest Iâve ever been is, well, what you are and thatâs nothing compared to⊠this.â
Catra regularly marveled at the size difference when they were like this, but this perspective and angle was definitely something else. She felt like she could actually break her if she wasnât careful, so she made sure to keep her touches light - gentle pressure only. âI can,â she sighed before smiling, âget why youâre afraid of breaking me while youâre like this, I guess.â
But she also trusted Adora wholeheartedly, so.
âHowâs it going?â Catra asked, placing another (large, ahhhh) hand on her stomach. âDid it help?â
Adora couldnât help grinning. She had definitely done some shifting of Darlaâs position with She-Ra when sheâd remembered the end of the war and all the magic had slammed right back into her. She couldnât lift it â gods, no, she wasnât Kara â but she could take on a whole world of weight as She-Ra that far surpassed even her normal strength.
âItâs weird,â she echoed, dropping her hand on top of Catraâs on her stomach. She hadnât really given herself time to consider much other than the sharpness of the pain, but even shifting just a little bit made her eyes go wide. âI, uh, know what you mean now, when you say theyâre always pushing on your bladder.â
Weird was really an understatement when it came to feeling their babyâs head inside her, pushing very uncomfortably low.
âItâs worse when Iâyou, I guessâstand. Gravity.â Another reason why she had been resisting the whole walking thing today; sometimes the pressure made her think she had to use the bathroom when it was really just a damn baby head. âBut, when they moveâŠâ
Catra nibbled her lip, thinking about what triggered magic â love. Her hand started glowing again, channeling that warm, soothing magic that Adora sometimes played with when she wanted Finn to roll around a little. âItâs not so bad,â she looked from their hands up to her face, smirking. âI know youâve always wanted to know what it was like.â
âI donât know about always,â Adora countered mildly, but she couldnât argue âneverâ either. She had been curious, maybe even a smidge jealous on occasion. She wasnât sure when that had started happening, but she couldnât deny it altogether. Catra knew better. âBut either way, this wasnât how I was thinking about satisfying that curiosity.â
It wasnât bad; the healing touch was soothing, keeping things from feeling too intense, and after a minute, it did trigger some tumbles from their little passenger. Her eyes went wide, feeling almost abnormally so, and all she could manage to say was âWhoa.â
Whoa summed it up pretty well. Catra felt a little strange not being the one feeling them right now â she always felt them â but she wasnât going to complain about the relief she felt being in this body. Capable and strong and being able to walk to the kitchen without hating everything.
âTry to enjoy that part,â she laughed, leaning down to drop a kiss to her belly. If there was anything for Adora to really experience, it would be feeling Finn. Hard not to feel that primal connection when you shared a body with them. âIâm going to reach out and try to sort this shit out, but - I should probably still use my phone, yeah?â Catra snatched it up and went to touch the screen. Immediately, she made a face. âHow do you work this thing with sausage amazon fingers, Adora? Shit.â
âHey, those are very skilled sausage fingers,â Adora protested, waggling her eyebrows obnoxiously. She hoped it made Catra laugh, seeing her make that face with Catraâs face. Maybe there were some interesting opportunities until they got this weird magical thing switched back after all.
She snagged her wrist, fingers wrapping around the cool gold of her bracers and tugging to get her wifeâs attention. âJust close your eyes and focus so you can go back to normal. My regular fingers might be easier to navigate.â
âYouâre asking me to focus after you made a comment about your skilled sausage fingers,â Catra huffed at her, because she should not be thinking dirty thoughts while this was happening. Could they?? If this went on for more than a day, maybe, it obviously wasnât a priority, butâ
Okay, okay. Sidetracked. Focus on turning back to normal, to Adoraâs regular fingers.
(Those were also some really skilled fingers, though.)
Closing her eyes, she tried to get in the zone. To picture herself shifting back to her normal size, and that took a little longer than actually turning into She-Ra. A gold glow, a tingle of magic zinging through her veins, and then the shift of feeling her body shrink andâdone.
Catra cracked an eye open. The wrist in Adoraâs hands lacked the bracer and it was normal-sized, but she oddly honed in on the bracelet worn on Adoraâs (still hers, ugh) wrist. âHey,â she frowned, plucking at it. âWerenât you touching this when it happened?â
Adora wasnât expecting speed here. It had taken her a long time to learn how to shift unassisted by the Sword of Protection, and Catra should never have been forced to learn at all. She kept her hand wrapped supportively around her right wrist in her grip. It was still weird to witness, but she was trying her best to just take this in stride.
She looked down at the bracelet when Catra plucked at it, frowning as she considered the question. âI⊠guess I was,â she agreed. She had reached out to stroke the bracelet when they were arguing. It was pretty on Catra, and she liked knowing it made her wife think about her. âYou donât thinkâŠâ Realization washed over her face. âOh. Oh. We shouldâ We definitely need to call Teela.â
âYeah, I think,â Catra hummed thoughtfully. Maybe some enchanted Vallo magic item triggered this? Melog would have sensed it if it was blatantly magic, but - maybe it had to be triggered with something, like the right words or intent. She sent off a quick text to both Adam and her sister-in-law; that was going to be a fun exchange.
Gods, what a weird turn this day took.
âAnd while we wait for a reply,â she continued, tugging on her hands, âI know I felt myself needing to pee, like, soon. Let me help you up and then weâll come back here and cuddle.â
Catra was going to take the Big Spoon role very seriously in Adoraâs body.