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Catra growls, tempted to snap back. But she doesn't want to seem vulnerable or so easily provoked, even if it is by Adora (the only person she ever really trusted).

"Well, great," she grumbles.

"Good."

Adora crosses her arms against the cold and looks at the floor, Catra looks at the icy wall to her left. The blizzard outside is too bright to glare miserably at anyway.

The shelter doesn't do much to keep out the cold. It shields them from the biting wind and icy snow, but within seconds, Catra's shivering and so is Adora, judging by the way their legs keep bumping together from trembling.

Whatever fury Catra was storing inside is being eaten away by how freaking cold it is. She scowls, knowing what needs to be done but not wanting to do it.

"Adora--" she starts, just as she hears Adora mumble something.

Her ears don't pick it up over the howl of the wind outside, but suddenly there's a flash of golden light and the space she was sharing is just a little bit smaller than before.

"What are you doing?" Catra demands.

"I'm warmer like this," Adora (She-Ra?) says with a shrug.

Catra stares and she doesn't look away. The blue of her eyes are more like Adora's than not, which tells Catra… something. She's not sure what, just that sometimes - most times - Adora is not Adora when she's like this.

"What?" Adora asks, with a voice that reverbs unnaturally.

"Nothing," Catra scowls. She slouches and her tail flicks nervously before wrapping around her waist again, too cold to do anything else. She slips in between Adora's knees, tries to get used to how much bigger She-Ra is.

It's not that she's unfamiliar - she's fought and grappled with She-Ra many times - but this kind of familiar touch was reserved for the Adora before. It's different now.

Adora wraps her arms around Catra, rests her chin between her ears and sighs.

"Thanks," Adora says, as if Catra's the one providing the warmth.