[Catra has felt so many emotions during the trial that she's just. . . numb. numb and empty and exhausted. she's played Adora's corpse flat against a few pushed-together desks, and she herself is sitting in a corner of the room, gaze trained at a window as her tail flicks behind her]
[she looks. . . well. like a mess. tear-stained and ruffled from her fight with Claude]
[but even so. . .]
[. . . when she hears Iris's voice, she looks up and over at her. she sees the extended hands, and--]
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[she looks. . . well. like a mess. tear-stained and ruffled from her fight with Claude]
[but even so. . .]
[. . . when she hears Iris's voice, she looks up and over at her. she sees the extended hands, and--]
. . . Iris?