Glimmer doesn't see Adora until she hears her name spoken out loud by the familiar voice - though she hasn't heard it with that kind of deep, gut-wrenching dread in a while, and it tugs at her own core hard enough to make her pause, and gasp, and turn quickly to look at her friend.
Who looks... different, somehow. It takes her a moment to realise she's carrying the sword, not wearing it on her wrist, but there's something else she can't quite pin.
It's too late to teleport away, now. But she takes a deep breath, and puts a steely expression on before she starts moving towards Adora. Be angry, be cold - then she won't immediately burst into tears about how terrifying her mistakes were for not listening to Adora.
"Hey, Adora." It's not the cocksure purr Catra uses; her tone is cold, stoic and markedly Not Friendly. It's certainly not surprised to see Adora. "I could ask you the same thing. About Bow, at least - the other Princesses are guarding Bright Moon and the prisoners."
lets fucking go
Who looks... different, somehow. It takes her a moment to realise she's carrying the sword, not wearing it on her wrist, but there's something else she can't quite pin.
It's too late to teleport away, now. But she takes a deep breath, and puts a steely expression on before she starts moving towards Adora. Be angry, be cold - then she won't immediately burst into tears about how terrifying her mistakes were for not listening to Adora.
"Hey, Adora." It's not the cocksure purr Catra uses; her tone is cold, stoic and markedly Not Friendly. It's certainly not surprised to see Adora. "I could ask you the same thing. About Bow, at least - the other Princesses are guarding Bright Moon and the prisoners."