"Okay, what's wrong with you?"

Catra couldn't help but ask as soon as she walked into the room Scorpia had been using, only to find the older girl looking downtrodden. What made it worse was that Scorpia's mood didn't change upon seeing her.

"oh hey Catra, I didn't hear you walk in."

Scorpia's response was enough to set Catra on guard.

What on earth? Did she just not call me some dumb nickname that makes me want to puke? Now I know something is seriously wrong.

"Uh-huh...I can tell. What's up? You're not bubbly as usual. You feeling alright?" Catra asked, moving to set down by the taller girl who sighed and glanced down.

"No one sees me here Catra, they see my father."

Scorpia answered, her voice trembling slightly as she pulled her knees to her chest.

"Your father was one of the generals in the Horde, Right?" Catra replied, unsure of what he had to do with how people viewed Scorpia.

"He was the one who lead the attack on Bright-Moon...The battle that killed King Micah. I can't believe you didn't know that...Didn't you pay attention in our history class?" Scorpia replied, earning a sigh.

"Well you're not him and if they can't see that then they can shut the hell up." Catra retorted as she put a hand on the other girl's shoulder.

However before they either could say anything a blinding flash of pink light appeared in the dark room with a audible pop. This earned a hiss from Catra, who not only covered her eyes but also dipped behind Scorpia.

"Why is it that whenever you're around I always end up blind and with a headache?" Catra growled, only for her retort to be ignored as Glimmer caught her breath.

"Catra! I've been looking everywhere for you! Adora's been hurt." Glimmer said after a few seconds and Catra's blood ran cold.

"What happened?"

She demanded, earning a sigh from Glimmer.

"She was helping load some of the rubble into a wagon and had to revert from She-Ra due to exhaustion. Everything was going fine until someone just lugged a armful of stuff onto the pile and somehow Adora's arm got caught beneath it and I'm pretty sure that it's broken."

Cyra sighed as she glanced over the stained glass windows that memorialized the former King of Bright-Moon. Memories about times she had traveled to Bright-Moon with her husband just to visit him.

"I heard about the attack on Bright-Moon a month after everything went to hell."

She spoke with a bitter tone as her tail lashed about behind her as her fists clenched.

"you know, I hated you...hated everything about the alliance. Then when I heard what happened with Micah I couldn't help but feel for you...especially since you were trying to explain everything to a toddler."

A silence passed over them after that, although after a few minutes Angella spoke again.

"What made you trust us this time? What made you trust Catra?" she questioned, earning a sigh from the Magi-Cat who turned toward her.

"Because you had lost just as much as I did...And because Tora would have wanted me to understand the whole picture...Understand that two simultaneous attacks would have pulled any alliance thin...and to understand that Hunga and her troops as well as were the true traitors." She paused and glanced toward the queen then, eyes closing briefly.

"Because after that second night...After I saw her break down at the realization of what the Horde truly had her do..I realized one thing. Most of the Horde were just children raised to be pawns in this stupid war and that Catra, no matter how dangerous she was is still just a kid looking for answers, answers she could only find in Half-Moon"

A heavy silence passed over them then, both getting wrapped up in their own thoughts. That was, until they heard panicked voices coming from down the hall.

"Now What's going on?"

Adora felt sick to her stomach as she held her arm at her chest, trying to ignore the blood that was staining her jacket. She was pretty sure if she looked down she would pass out—not from the sight of the blood but from the pain.

That was until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm no healer but I do know basic first Aid."

Looking up she was surprised to find that it was Amur standing there.

"Even if you do rip it off I doubt that would hurt any worse." Adora retorted, earning a chuckle as he sat down, one hand glowing blue while it hovered over the bleeding lump of skin while his other easily ripped through the clean, white T-shirt that he had been wearing.

"I'll wrap it...That should do until you can get to medical bay." He explained, brow furrowing as he went to work "Sorry if this hurts...I wasn't advanced enough in magic to learn how to do a simple nerve block."

"Don't worry...I can handle pain...Grew up in the Fright-Zone, remember?" Adora retorted earning a scoff.

"Yeah, as if I believe that. You're as white as a ghost. Fright-Zone or not...You have a compound fracture...Pretty sure that would hurt no matter how tough you are."

He retorted.

He was almost done with getting the bleeding under control when it felt as though a bowling ball had hit him from the side, knocking her back.

"What are you doing to her?"

Not even missing a beat, Amur arched a brow up at his cousin who was practically sitting on his chest.

"I was applying First Aid before your dumb ass decided to pounce on me." he retorted before pushing her off. "Don't believe me, ask your girlfriend."

That seemed to be enough to snap Catra out of it as she turned toward Adora who just smirked slightly.

"He's telling the truth."

Amur let out a scoff at this as he stood, brushing dirt from his fur.

"Okay, now that your three musketeers are here I'm getting back to work...Just do us all a favor and put Catra on a leash...Before she ends up actually hurting someone." He said before heading back toward the work site.