It felt sort of impolite, but Catra gave her face a good scrub when she got back. Spiritual fulfillment was all very well, but so was hygiene.

Once again, Catra and Adora were getting ready for bed.

"We'll have some stories to tell back in Bright Moon, huh?" Catra said, coming back from the bathroom.

"I'll say," Adora agreed. "I hope I don't swear in front of the other princesses though. Hey Catra?"

"Yeah?"

"You were amazing at Utopia. You came up with a plan really fast and it was super elegant!"

Catra hated that her ears perked up and her tail flirted involuntarily at the praise. "Well, you could have punched through them all, I just happened to see a path of least resistance this time." She came over to sit on the bed with Adora, but as she sat, she let out an involuntary gasp of pain. Melog looked up briefly from the bottom of the bed.

"What's wrong?" Adora exclaimed.

"Oh, nothing," Catra said, "Just sore. I think that knife wound was deeper than I thought."

"Are you okay?" Adora said, fussing over Catra suddenly, "Oh, I'm such an idiot! I didn't heal you all the way…"

"No, Adora," Catra said with a long-suffering smile, "You did. It's just settling, that's all."

"I'm sorry," Adora said. She shot an anxious glance at Melog, but they'd settled down again. "I wish you hadn't had to get hurt."

"Maybe I just wanted to see what it was like for a change," Catra said teasingly. Sobering she put her arms around Adora. "It's really okay. It was my choice, and I gave you the space to do what we needed, so we could win the day for the good guys. Just like you usually do. So, just this once, Adora? My pain, your redemption."

Adora's mighty arms went round Catra and Catra purred. "I love you Catra."

"I love you too, Adora."