Shadow Weaver. [Her tone is a bit more firm now, and she pulls her shoulders a little straighter. She knows that they're both prisoners in this place, and that she technically has no authority or power here, but habit remains and she doesn't want to feel like she's here on the back foot.] Adora warned me that you and Catra were here.
[Then her shoulders tense, almost hunching.] But she... Adora only remembers up until the battle of Bright Moon. [A brief breath, to unruffle herself.] You, however, clearly seem to know more. I'd like to ask what you know exactly.
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[Okay. She can work with this.]
Shadow Weaver. [Her tone is a bit more firm now, and she pulls her shoulders a little straighter. She knows that they're both prisoners in this place, and that she technically has no authority or power here, but habit remains and she doesn't want to feel like she's here on the back foot.] Adora warned me that you and Catra were here.
[Then her shoulders tense, almost hunching.] But she... Adora only remembers up until the battle of Bright Moon. [A brief breath, to unruffle herself.] You, however, clearly seem to know more. I'd like to ask what you know exactly.
...please.
[manners might help]