“Hang on, Entrapta would want a pic of us hanging out.”
“He’s out cold, but I don’t see any obvious injuries,” Adora said uncertainly, lifting Hordak’s cloak away in gentle motions to be sure.
Catra eyed the desk he was partially folded against. “He might have hit his head or something on his way down. Is he breathing alright?” she asked, already starting to calm down again. Clones were extremely tough, and even Hordak was ridiculously durable by any reasonable standard. There was no way he’d hit anything harder than she’d seen him hit in the past.
Though finding her friend unconscious had been an unpleasant shock, her adrenaline slowly dissipated as she stared down at her old boss. Somehow, he still managed to look irascible even as he lay inert. “I don’t think the fall hurt him,” Adora confirmed as Catra reached for the communicator she’d dropped on the table she’d hopped over. “Help me lay him out straight,” she said, wrapping a hand under one of Hordak’s thin biceps and trying to manage an unwieldy hold on his shoulder with her other hand.
“Hang on,” Catra said, raising her communicator to take a quick picture of the absurd scene. “Entrapta would want a picture of us hanging out.” She pulled a face and pointed her thumb over her shoulder at Adora, who’d partially lost her grip and was now holding Hordak up in an impossibly awkward pose. She glared at the back of Catra’s head just as she took the picture, and still looked unamused when Catra set the communicator down and went to help her.
“Fainting isn’t funny, Catra,” she said sternly.
“Relax,” she replied with a smirk and a huff, tugging one of Hordak’s arms out from under him and yanking his cloak straight. “I guarantee he’d be way more annoyed if we made a big deal out of this.”
From part 7 of the “Season of the Survivor” series on Ao3