Catra curls in on herself, sobbing. She hates herself for it, hates that she looks so weak and helpless in front of Saturday. And at the same time the connection offered, the comfort given--it's more than anyone has offered her since she lost Adora, since she shoved everyone else away from her as hard as she could. Her shoulders shakes from the force of her crying. Everything holds still for a moment and then Catra has to take that leap of faith and make the horrifying choice to be vulnerable. It is like leaping into open air not knowing how far below you the ground is and everything falls out from below you with a sickening lurch.

She reaches out and grabs onto Saturday to haul herself in closer, sobbing only growing in intensity. Later, she will flinch away. Perhaps act as if this has not happened or wait for the inevitable pain to come from exposing her vulnerabilities. In the moment though, Saturday offers comfort and that is what Catra desperately needs.