Adora's easy acceptance has Catra breaking into a smile of relief -- honestly, she doesn't know why she'd worried so much, Adora loves Melog, and Melog loves Adora. To the point where they frequently follow Adora around like a kitten and climb all over her for attention.
Adora's hand is gentle and sturdy in her own, and for a long few moments, Catra doesn't even see the galaxy. All she can feel is Adora's warmth.
Eventually, though, she does kinda have to reply. So she makes herself pay attention, making an exaggerated hmmmm noise as she studies the map. It's detailed enough, with the little dots of planets circling their respective stars. Darla has even highlighted which systems have planets capable of sustaining life, which ones they'll be good on for a while with suits, which ones have populations of people, and which ones they probably shouldn't set foot on at all.
Catra brings their joined hands up, and presses a fingertip to a promising looking star with seven surrounding planets, all with various highlight colors. They've got options there. And the moment she does, she can feel Darla rumble to life underneath her feet.
"Hold up, Darla. Don't fly out just yet. Someone has to call the Queen and make up an excuse about what we're doing," Catra says, casting a slyly amused little smirk at Adora.
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Adora's hand is gentle and sturdy in her own, and for a long few moments, Catra doesn't even see the galaxy. All she can feel is Adora's warmth.
Eventually, though, she does kinda have to reply. So she makes herself pay attention, making an exaggerated hmmmm noise as she studies the map. It's detailed enough, with the little dots of planets circling their respective stars. Darla has even highlighted which systems have planets capable of sustaining life, which ones they'll be good on for a while with suits, which ones have populations of people, and which ones they probably shouldn't set foot on at all.
Catra brings their joined hands up, and presses a fingertip to a promising looking star with seven surrounding planets, all with various highlight colors. They've got options there. And the moment she does, she can feel Darla rumble to life underneath her feet.
"Hold up, Darla. Don't fly out just yet. Someone has to call the Queen and make up an excuse about what we're doing," Catra says, casting a slyly amused little smirk at Adora.