[ There's a lack of argument and instead a satisfied hum that vibrates in Adora's throat, encourages Catra's hand southward still towards her collarbone, a breath stuttering up and out from her chest. She doesn't want this to end either. ]

Hey. I know you've already said I "shouldn't make a thing of it", but... this is really nice. Sitting here with you like this, I mean. Not the me being sick part.

[ With that said, her touch abandons the tail in her lap in favor of reaching up and behind to meet with Catra's cheek, the length of her thumb gently stroking the skin it found there. ]

I wouldn't mind doing it more often.