[Well, no flinching. But the fact that Adora won't let her check her head over doesn't give her much credibility, even if Catra's method of checking is more like rough-housing. Not many people would let her be the one to determine their need for first aid.

Adora's still coordinated enough to land a perfect smack against Catra's arm though, so she lets her off the hook for now. She's pretty sure that what's going on here isn't a physical problem anyway.]

Adora. You're not a Princess. You gotta trust me on this.

[The batted-at hand of hers comes to rest firmly on Adora's shoulder, and Catra does manage to remove most of the amusement from her face. She's trying, okay, to keep a level expression - because Adora's taking this so seriously, and she's so upset by it - but it's really just. It's so dumb.] You've been kidnapped, and they've done something screwy to your head. [Yeah, Catra absolutely shouldn't be making fun of her. But they'll laugh about this together as soon as Adora's better, so what's the harm?] We can fix it [she hopes. It's gonna be awkward otherwise.], so -- let's just go find the rest of the squad and get you home before it gets any worse.