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[Well, someone's seen better days. The harsh fluorescent lighting of medical already fails to do anyone any favors, but for someone in Tenten's condition, the negatives are probably a little more accented. The right side of her face is covered in fading yellow and green bruises and almost-healed cuts. The left is simply bandaged over, like a mask. Beeping sounds in the background confirm what the awful looking paper gown and the pathetic pillow under her head hint: she's still undergoing treatment.

She reaches up with a hand and adjusts the screen she's viewing on. Her comm was destroyed, so she's using Medical's screens to broadcast. Whether or not this is allowed might be in question, but sharp eyes might spot the reflection of someone in the room with her in the highly polished surfaces around her.]

Lady Fifth. [Her voice is still off. Words slightly slurred. And her eye isn't quite focused on the screen, more like she's staring through it. Those must be some hefty painkillers.] 'm ready for debriefing.

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[ As Adora speaks, Catra's eyes flicker closed again. They had already felt too heavy to stay open much longer and she can feel the calm lassitude of sleep starting to creep over her even as Adora demands that she stay. It's alright, she wants to say. It'll be better when I'm gone. Of course the words don't come. It's too much effort to make words.

As She-Ra lifts her closer, the magic flows into her, through her. Around her. It is not as powerful as it would have been at home. There it would have healed her almost entirely, save only for a need for rest. Here, though, it is limited, constrained. While it can mend some of the damage and take her free of immediate danger, it can only act as a stopgap to her serious injuries. The rainbow glimmer of She-Ra's magic fades and Catra takes a breath, suddenly able to breathe easily once again.

And then everything falls away as she passes out into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness. ]