Catra awoke sometime around noon feeling as though she hadn't just slept half the day away. The second thing she noticed was that she was curled up on Adora's bed and hugging a pillow. Groaning groggily she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She could feel her back protesting each movement as she tried to stand up and headed toward the bathroom.
When she finally headed into the dining hall she was surprised to see that Cyra was still sitting in there alone, tail flickering idly as she was looking over some kind of documents.
"Morning sleepy head. Adora told us you had a hard night and needed the herbs that they gave you. You feeling okay now?" Cyra asked, sliding a plate toward her as Catra took a seat.
"sore and I feel like that time Scorpia accidentally stung me. Does that...Whatever you called it...Suppose to make you groggy?" Catra asked before beginning to eat.
"From what Adora told me, you took a leaf and a half too many." Cyra chuckled, her tail lightly flicking the teenager's leg as she added "She said you were a bit cuddly last night."
Catra felt her face flush and dipped her head down slightly to avoid her mother's playful gaze.
"Don't even go there...I don't want to know what I did." Catra retorted, only to earn another light flick from her mother's tail—a teasing, playful gesture that had became common between them.
"Adora seemed to think it was adorable...even if you did keep her up half the night by needing attention." Cyra responded, earning a light hiss from her daughter who tried to keep her attention on her plate of food.
Cyra chuckled at that response and lightly nuzzled against Catra's temple before adding "stop trying to be a hard ass, it was just your crush, girlfriend whatever you two are. Even the toughest people needs to show the people they love that they can be gentle and loving."
Catra blushed harder at that and lightly batted at her mother to push her off.
"Mom, you're embarrassing me." she growled, only to hear her mother laugh again.
"Pretty sure parents are supposed to do that, it's in the manual."
Angella could hear the young magi-cat sighing every once in a while as she lay at an odd angle over a chair, nearly upside down. The queen of Bright-Moon looked over at her, arching a brow and wondering how it was that the girl could move like that without hurting herself.
"Bored?" she guessed after a while, earning a sigh.
"No, what gave you that idea?" Catra retorted, sarcasm dripping from every word "the fact that I'm the only person who doesn't have anything to do today besides sit around and sleep?"
"Why don't you read a book or something? I'm pretty sure you could find something to do." Queen Angella retorted, trying to hide her amusement at the idea that one of the people that had once caused her so much trouble was literally whining about being bored like a child.
"Or you could let me do something productive that would actually matter." Catra responded, earning a chuckle.
"How about you do what your mother asked of you and actually rest for a day? Or would you rather go find Cyra and take this up with her?"
Angella tried to hide her amusement when she saw the young girl's ears flatten at the suggestion.
"uh...How about no."
Amur wanted to hate both his cousin and his aunt as he raked the debris from the ruined village up into one pile. However he couldn't seem to, not entirely. After all Cyra had raised him even though there wasn't a drop of royalty in him.
Plus this was the first time she had ever even came close to being this harsh.
"You're bleeding again."
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Cyra's voice come from behind him.
"Isn't that what you wanted? To see me suffer because I hurt your cub?" he retorted, not even looking toward her.
A hand gripping his shoulder caused him to turn to face the woman
"Do you think that is what this is about? I raised you as I would my own, do you think that I want to see you hurting? Amur this is the last thing I ever wanted to resort to but when I tried to talk to you, you didn't seem to care."
Amur didn't dare make eye contact with her, shrugging away from her.
"Yeah right...If the war hadn't happened I would have been in some orphanage somewhere...Not in the palace. Don't pretend that I don't know how this sort of thing works, you only tolerate shit from Catra because she's the heir."
He stated before turning to walk off, only to feel pressure on his tail as someone grabbed it.
"If the war didn't start you and Catra would have grown up together and I most certainly would not have left you alone for all those years. Now, as for Catra getting by with things...She doesn't. I just prefer not to make a scene or give her flashbacks from the fright zone because I ended up saying the wrong thing. You don't fear me, she still does. Do you get what I am saying?" The queen of the magi-cats asked as she let go of his tail, sighing as she tried to figure out how in the universe she got stuck having this conversation with a nineteen year old.
"Wait...She's afraid of you? Why? Even I'm not afraid of you!"
Cyra really felt the need to facepalm at that. Had he not been listening to her the previous night.
"Authority figures basically treated her like shit, to summarize everything she told me before. You know the difference between someone being angry and someone just wanting to hurt you, She doesn't. What you did to her last night probably undone everything that I have been trying to help her deal with." She answered, sighing as she added
"Come on, we need to get you to a healer...I think that is the third time you've ripped something open and I'm not letting you get an infection. But you're expected to pull your weight with these clean up efforts."
