Catra didn’t always understand the hierarchy of things.
When she was very little, even more so than now, she had thought Adora and her were on the same level. But unlike Adora, Catra wasn’t very good at being a gifted kid.
Shadow Weaver did try, at first, to keep her on track.
It was Catra’s fault, really, for not being able to stop herself from ruining her own potential.
There hadn't been quite enough time to find out if they could still fit together as a family, had it. Not with all the fighting and the taking off to help a whole nation of refugees find a home thing.
In which there is a cup of tea, a blanket waiting to be shared, and pasts both parties are ashamed of.
And maybe -maybe, there is also a house big enough for three, and the opportunity for Carol to find her way home.