[If Catra believed for a second that Shadow Weaver were in any state to actually do anything, the lack of restraints might be an issue. But it's pretty obvious that right now, weakened and without power, Shadow Weaver is nothing for her to be concerned about. Look at her, she can barely lean forward in the bed, her long hair hanging limp and lifeless around the bandages hiding her face. She's... looking kind of pathetic, really.

...And that tone, it's more cajoling than what Catra usually hears directed at her. It's the sort of tone that Adora gets all the time, while Catra gets snapped at and reprimanded. She's really not expecting to hear it at all, especially without Adora in the room, and -- well, it takes Catra off-guard. For a moment, it almost seems like Shadow Weaver might actually want to help.

But Catra's going to need a harder sell than that. She's more loyal to Adora than she'll ever be to anyone else, even with all the arguments they've had lately. She's not about to give away how compromised Adora really is, but she needs to know what Shadow Weaver knows.]

It's not her sword. [So: Catra lies. If she can rearrange her concerns to be about herself rather than about Adora, then she can protect her and get the information they need at the same time.] It's mine. I found it when you sent me out to Thaymor.

[Yeah, that's a close enough timeframe. It's only like, half a day out from when Adora actually found it.]

Now I'm not gonna ask you again. [--that's supposed to be a threat, don't take it with any gratitude] Tell me everything you know about that thing, or when Adora gets back, I'll show you what it's really capable of.