[. . . Catra's emotions are starting to peek out again, her own grief and guilt and sorrow bubbling to the surface. she sucks in a sharp breath, but the corners of her eyes sting with familiar tears, her chest tight]
[she starts crying, leaning into that protectiveness as much as she can, because-- even though she doesn't think she deserves it, it. . .]
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[she starts crying, leaning into that protectiveness as much as she can, because-- even though she doesn't think she deserves it, it. . .]
[it feels. . .]
[it's warm]