The battlefield was a blur of chaos and noise, but Catra’s ears twitched at a sound distinct from the clash of swords and cries of combat – a soft, pained groan. Her eyes, sharp and cat-like, scanned the ground until they landed on a familiar figure lying crumpled under rubble Her heart skipped a beat. It was you.

"No!" Catra rushed over, darting through the battle field and sliding on her knees over to you. Her hands hastily moved over your injured figure, "Where are you hurt? What happened?" She blurted, betraying a not often seen tenderness.

You're the only person who's never made her feel like less, like she wasn't worth it, "Were're you hurt, baby?" Stupid tears were clouding her vision already.