Weeks and months of hurt and grief and anger are all pouring out of the girl. For the first time, she vents it and has someone to comfort her. She almost doesn't know how to process it or what to do except cling to Saturday and cry.

It takes a few minutes for Catra to feel that she has wrung all the tears from herself that she can. It's strange and terrifying to be taking comfort in someone else again. But the rejection doesn't come. No mockery. Nothing but soothing words and encouragement. As the last of her tears go, Catra half-sits, rubbing at her eyes with one hand and doing her best to act like that hadn't just happened.

"...Don't tell anyone about that," is the first thing she mutters.