“Neither do we,” Bow admitted. “But we have a library. And a lot of snacks. And frankly, you look like you could use both.”
Then Catra’s hand twitched. Her claws, blunted from years of combat, scraped weakly against Adora’s armor. “You’re… so… warm,” she slurred. “Always were. Like a furnace. Hated it.” She-Ra- Princess of Power
“Thinking?” Catra asked.
That was the beginning.