Catra is less than pleased to find out Adora's in the infirmary... however, only she can sense something isn't right with Adora.

Catra growled and hissed at anybody who dared intercept her journey. A simple: "Something's wrong with Adora," from her magical flying donkey sent her heart straight into her toes. "Sparkles, I'm going," She shouted, shuddering as she leapt onto the donkey. "I'm a horse," He grumbled, shooting into the sky. "And I don't care. Just get me to Adora," To his credit, the horse didn't say a word the whole way back. The flight only took thirty minutes, but it felt like she was flying all the way to the Fright Zone; her body was cold. Not in a "we're high up" cold. In a "something's really really really wrong" cold.

The horse landed abruptly on the ground, neighing in protest. Catra jumped through the open window (a major security error, if you asked her) and bolted through the halls of Sparkles' castle. "Halt!" Somebody yelled. Catra snarled viciously, continuing to run forward. "I said stop!" The voice yelled, beginning to chase after her. Catra grumbled as she lept from window to window, desperately trying to get to Adora.

"You!" She barked. A man in white yelped. She was suddenly reminded of Kyle.

Last she knew, he, Lonnie and Rogelio had moved to the Crimson Waste. Hah. Kyle wouldn't survive an hour let alone more than a day. "Where's Adora?" She snapped. The man frowned. "I don't know who that is,"

Catra hissed. She jumped at his throat, pressing her claws into his shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to peirce skin, but hard enough to get her point across. He whimpered. "Princess Adora," She drawled. "She-Ra?" The man's eyes lit up. "Oh. She's in the infirmary, I think," Catra withdrew her claws. "And where is that?" She asked slowly. The man pointed. "The very end room. It's got a big plus on it. You can't miss it,"

She dropped the man and ran. Christ, how many rooms does Sparkles need? Catra thought to herself as she passed door 17. "Stop that cat!" A voice yelled from behind. Catra rolled her eyes. "Seriously?" She shouted. She continued running, sighing as a massive plus beamed from the door. Huh. Not-Kyle was right. You couldn't miss it. She yanked it open, slamming it loudly behind.

"Can you not!?" An irritated voice hissed. "There's sick people in here!" Catra rolled her eyes, flapping her hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Where's Adora?" She asked. The person who shouted folded her arms. "Why do you want to know?" Catra chuckled. "Listen here, princess. I don't care who you are, and I don't care what you do," She pressed a thin claw to the girls neck. Impressive. She yielded no reaction. "But I will find Adora. Even if I have to wake everyone in this room up to do it," The girl continued to stay impassive and silent. Catra shrugged. "Suit yourself," She cupped her hands around her mouth, took a deep breath and- "Wait!" The girl cried.

Catra smirked. "She's not here. She's in her room," The smirk dropped. "But she's unwell," The girl shrugged. "We couldn't find anything wrong with her. So she's sleeping in her room," Catra scoffed. "You really are useless," She grumbled. "At least the Fright Zone healers did their job properly,"

True to her word, Adora was asleep on her bed. Catra sighed heavily. "You drive me mad," She mumbled, walking over. Thankfully, seeing as Adora was an "official" princess, despite not having a kingdom, she was given a room that could only be opened by certain people. And that damned guard wasn't one of them. Catra approached the bed, sniffling. God, even the room smelt like flowers and joy.

Something caught her scent.
It wasn't good… but it wasn't bad.

She sniffed the air, moving about the room to get a better grasp of what the hell it was. As she moved closer to Adora, the strange scent grew. Catra hummed to herself. She began to sniff around Adora's body, trying to locate where it was strongest. Her hair smelt like vanilla, a smell Catra had come to like. Her face smelt like makeup, which was horrid. If anybody here actually knew Adora, they'd know she'd NEVER have time for personal vanity stuff.

Or maybe that was another thing that had changed. Catra shook her head. She began to smell further down. Her chest was fine (and it took a whole lot of self-control to not wake Adora up like she usually did, with a bit of foreplay) but her stomach seemed… off.

Catra couldn't place the smell, but it wasn't a usual smell. It was one only cats and other animals could smell. She gently lifted Adora's shirt to get a better shot, hoping there would be something there. The only thing that marred her otherwise perfect skin (so Catra pines after her, sue her) was a thin red line. But the scent… it seemed to be coming from the red line. It was obviously from where that stupid guardian thing back at the heart had hurt her. It had also ripped into Catra's foot, but seeing as Catra wasn't special like Adora, it was just like a paper cut.

She ghosted her fingers around it, trying to work it out. Adora suddenly coughed, loudly and harshly. She shot up, wheezing. "Whoa, are you good?" Catra abandoned her mission. The scent would still be there later. She grabbed Adora's shoulders, staring into her eyes. She wheezed. "Hi,"

Catra snorted. "Hi yourself. You look like shit," She tried to joke. Adora groaned. "Don't remind me," She dropped back to the pillows, sniffing. "I think I've got a cold," She whined. Catra narrowed her eyes. Adora's breath audibly rattled in her chest. "I'll get you help, if you answer me this," She said. Adora rolled her eyes. "I don't need help," She argued. Catra shushed her. "I don't care. Answer me this," Adora coughed again, slightly more in control this time. "Back at the heart," Catra expertly ignored how Adora grew tense as her eyes widened slightly in fear, "That weird fucking guardian thing scratched you, didn't it? The monster Shadow Weaver killed,"

Adora glanced to her side. "Maybe. Why?" Catra gestured. "I think whatever it did is still doing its thing," Adora raised an eyebrow. Catra sighed angrily. "You're hurt. You need help," She said softly. Adora wheezed again. "Catra, it's fine. The healers said nothing was wrong. To give it a few days and see what happens,"

Catra raised an eyebrow. "You know the other week, when I said cats can sense if somethings off?" She reminded. Adora looked away briefly. "Something isn't right, Adora. So stop being so goddamn heroic and get some help," Adora whined. "I don't wanna leave the bed," Catra huffed. "Plus, they'll just send me back,"

The smell suddenly hit Catra strong in the face. "Well, it's getting worse. Whatever it is," Adora frowned. She held out her hand. "Can you see this?" Catra poked it with her claw. Adora swore, snatching it back. "Yes, Adora, I can see your hand," She sang. Adora tutted. "No. The broken code things. I-I think it's coming from the wound," She gestured. Catra narrowed her eyes. "Wait, can't Sparkles do anything? She's magic. If this is some She-Ra bullshit, maybe Sparkles can sort it,"

Adora's eyes widened. "No, Glimmer's not strong enough… but her aunt is,"