[ There's a lump in her throat when Istredd says that. We look out for each other here. It's like having a family which helps soothe the sting of being without the bonds she formed on Etheria. Swallowing hard, the gratitude might as well be radiating off of her. Being alone is one of her biggest fears now that she knows she doesn't have to be, that Shadow Weaver isolated her on purpose.

Then he keeps going, and her eyes dart around as she processes the information. Catra is home, still on that hill with her planning their immediate future. That's maybe as perfect of a moment she could be in. It doesn't change that she's sad, but it does alleviate her irrational guilt. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and lets it out softly. ]

I didn't know that. It helps, I don't feel like she'd be mad I'm still here, anymore. It still isn't fair to let her be here just long enough to have a routine together and feel...normal.

[ As 'normal' as it gets, anyway. Adora brushes away a stray tear and then takes a more fortifying breath, one that has her straightening up a little in her seat. There were so many moments during the rifts when she thought Catra could be hurt, and hurt badly. Now that she knows Catra is gone, there's no more worrying about it. There's no more hesitating to jump head-first into deepening her connection with the Singularity. ]

So, what can I do here? I want to know and learn everything I can about my magic, and the Singularity. If it asked me for help once, maybe it will again. I want to be stronger, just in case I can do more than just send a message.