"I know, Catra," Adora grits her teeth and grinds out a response, "But just let someone help you for once in your life. You don't have to like me, you don't have to like this, but let me help!"

There's a blast and Adora staggers, almost going to the floor with Catra in tow. Then she's back on her feet and pushing on, face a mask of determination. She will not let this be the end of her and Catra.

Not that she thinks they'll kill them. But it helps to focus on the endgoal.