Catra leaped up to the top of the skiff and settled herself down on one side. Her arms curled around the limp form of Adora protectively as she allowed her tense muscles to finally relax after fighting for sooo long. It had taken her so many tries to get Adora to come back with them. Be it willingly or not. She had a job given by Shadow Weaver and she was to see it through. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself to relax through the journey back to the Fright Zone. If her so-called team dared approach she would ward them off with a stern growl, fangs flashing and ears flattened. Her body curling up over Adora's limp form protectively.

Catra lifted her ears and head as she felt the skiff come to a stop. Folding her legs under her, she stood up and handed Scorpia the limp form of Adora as she stretched, popping her back delicately before extending her arms. A quick growl pushing the force captain into action as the limp body was back in her arms. Catra's growl tampered off as she let her own cat-like side appear and she started purring gently. Her body already heading into the base and heading straight for the infirmary. Crimson blood oozed gently from the scratches she herself gave the girl and Catra winced as she sighed.

The Force Captain placed Adora on a cot and she gestured for a doctor to look her over. Hovering near the bed to make sure Adora would remain unconscious before turning to call Shadow Weaver about her success. As the radio buzzed for a minute, she then heard the eerie voice of Shadow Weaver come through the radio.

"I take it you have returned with Adora, Force Captain Catra?"The soft, deadly voice of the female dark sorceress came through as Catra voiced her answer as a positive and then complimented her for a job well done. "I will be down there soon, make sure Adora doesn't leave."Shadow Weaver turned the radio off as she finished the conversation.

Catra returned to the cot, flinching as she noticed the handcuffs on the left hand which were connected to the bed frame metal headboard to make sure the female couldn't actually escape their notice or the room. As the doctor took off the shirt, she winced as she saw the burns, bruises, and bloody scratches that marred the 'perfect' skin of Adora. Her Adora. Hmm, she liked the sound of that. A soft groan pulled her from her thoughts as Catra watched the eyes she had missed dearly open slowly. The blue orbs glazed and a bit confused before focusing on Catra herself.

Adora stirred as she awoke. Her eyes opening slowly even though they weighed a ton. What had happened? She felt like a skiff had run over her and then she was punched straight into a rock-solid wall before being electrocuted by lightening ten times. A soft groan made it past her lips as her eyes peeled open and a figure swam before her eyes. Huh, it looked like Catra... but there were three of them. Wait a second... She blinked slowly. Nope, still there. "Catra." The words held zero malice or even effort as she just simply pointed out the fact. As Adora tried to keep a hold of her consciousness, everything seemed to fade as the world tilted and spun around her. Lights seemed to become very bright before her blue orbs closed and she was back in the realm of unconsciousness. Her last thought was that she was with Catra and was sure she had seen the red and black tall-tale signs of Shadow Weaver entering the room before every thought fled from her mind.

Catra watched as the blue orbs vaguely sparked in recognition before they seemed to grow very hazy and distant before her head fell to one side and Adora was back unconscious. The feline whirled to stare at the doctor as he hurried to the bedside. His eyes were abnormally wide with a hint of fear before her own eyes were pulled over as Shadow Weaver appeared in the doorway, gliding over to her side to gaze at the limp form of the princess.

"You did indeed do your job well Catra. You will be in charge of her while she is recovering" The eerily clam voice offered no argument as she glanced at the girl, shifting a wraith-like hand with long witch-like black nails through the wet blonde hair. Then the sorceress left the room, leaving it with a dark chill and promises of pain to whomever was not authorized dared to enter the room.

Catra gave a salute before returning to stand her vigil over her once best friend. her eyes following the doctor as he tried to bind the wound and slather paste on the burns. His nerves on edge as every time he caused the heroine on the cot to cry out in pain, he was greeted with a dark growl from Catra. The feline instantly coming to sit on the bed and poise herself behind Adora, running her clawed fingers through the hair gently and purring softly to try and relax the pained girl.