Catra's quiet for a moment, sharing a rare sympathetic glance as her legs bundle up, lifting to wrap her arms around so she can lean forward and rest her chin on her knees. Ears fold slightly flatter, matching the tone with a sadder look.

"So... what, you just did what you were told because it was your 'destiny' or whatever?" A shame her words don't match the sympathy in her eyes. It's a situation that frustrates her.

Still, the last bit catches her off guard, glancing up with a raised brow. Thankfully, Catra's world doesn't have that farmer stereotype to add an image to it, but it's still a little surprising.

"There's a couple farms here... Why not start your own?"