Adora reaches out and drapes her arm around Catra, curling a little closer. It's not often that Catra actually climbs in bed with her like this, but it feels... nice. Warm. Comforting. She likes the sensation of being close, of feeling her frame against hers. She can't put a finger on why.

Just that she does.

"They can't," she replies softly, although she isn't sure she believes it, "Are you sure there's nothing else...?"

Her eyes search Catra's face in the darkness and for some reason, her heart skips a beat.