[it's a good thing Claude asks that question, because when the airship lurches, Catra is sent. . . not flying, but definitely stumbling as her injured leg gives out from under her again. she sprawls on the ground with a hiss of pain so sharp she doesn't even complain when Claude finally comes to tend to her, to affix a tourniquet on the wounded limb so she doesn't bleed out]
[and then]
[Sakyou's voice drifts from above the ladder, and she freezes]
. . .
[she looks to the top of the ladder with the expression of someone who is about to see a ghost]
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[and then]
[Sakyou's voice drifts from above the ladder, and she freezes]
. . .
[she looks to the top of the ladder with the expression of someone who is about to see a ghost]