[The complete and utter absence of magic within her makes it so very difficult to think. It's a feeling both completely like and unlike severe hunger at the same time, and her body wasn't quick to forget the overexertion of her last spell. It's enough to make her hyperaware of the natural well of magic deep within Adora, but even considering that felt like too much effort.]
[Instead, Shadow Weaver forces the gears of her mind to turn, processing each of the (far too many) questions. This wasn't the Horde's infirmary. The glimpse of the room hadn't looked like anywhere else on Etheria, either. Adora stumbled. They're on the run, and think they're followed, and that Hordak is sit in the picture. Even Catra's inexplicable appearance aside, something was so very off. Better to find out what, first. She needed to take control of the conversation.]
[She's quite for so long, it almost seemed like she wasn't going to answer before Shadow Weaver finally speaks.]
You found me, did you not? [And then, her senses entirely catch up to her. Shadow Weaver's hand jolts up to her face, but pauses at the feel at the sloppy bandages over her face. There's an awkward beat of silence before she folds her hands over her middle as if to sleep, as if she had never startled.] Where have you taken me?
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[Instead, Shadow Weaver forces the gears of her mind to turn, processing each of the (far too many) questions. This wasn't the Horde's infirmary. The glimpse of the room hadn't looked like anywhere else on Etheria, either. Adora stumbled. They're on the run, and think they're followed, and that Hordak is sit in the picture. Even Catra's inexplicable appearance aside, something was so very off. Better to find out what, first. She needed to take control of the conversation.]
[She's quite for so long, it almost seemed like she wasn't going to answer before Shadow Weaver finally speaks.]
You found me, did you not? [And then, her senses entirely catch up to her. Shadow Weaver's hand jolts up to her face, but pauses at the feel at the sloppy bandages over her face. There's an awkward beat of silence before she folds her hands over her middle as if to sleep, as if she had never startled.] Where have you taken me?