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Catra lets out a small growl, almost a whimper at that, her eyes opening to look at Adora as she stays against the others chest. “Sh-shut up that wasn’t because I like you.” Catra mumbles as she pushes one hand against Adora’s chest to sit herself up, a grunt of pain coming from the magicat as her other hand quickly goes to clamp over a wound on her side.
Adora was about to tease her more, until she realized that Catra had actually been hurt. Fighting the urge to move quickly Adora reached up to help stabilize Catra’s position with a frown of concern.
“Hey, lemme see.” She said gently, sounding for a moment just like she had when checking on Catra after a particularly bad training session or when she came back from a long ‘disciplinary meeting’ with Shadow Weaver. Remembering that now she winced, wondering how she had ever thought such a thing was fine or normal.
“M’fine.” Catra growls softly as she tries to push Adora’s hands away from her for a moment before she has to grip onto the blondes thigh as a wave of pain goes through her from the wound. The magicat’s ears flatten down, memories of the last time Adora sounded like that flooding her. “I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to look after me.” She says lowly, her head scanning the battlefield where her troops have already started to flee from the rebellion.
