Catra flinches, leaning back slightly before the tension in her shoulders fades. It's a sign of something, maybe trust, that she lets Korra leave her hand there. A mix of that body-suit she tends to prefer and the surprisingly soft fluff of her shoulder.

"... It's the only one I know, so hard to say. The Horde wasn't that bad, alone. It's just an army. We have food, shelter, beds." Her ears fold back, slowly sinking down as she finishes off her food. NOW she's avoiding eye contact. "Hordak's bad, but he's just your average angry leader. Shadow Weaver, though... I think she made it her life goal to try and make me miserable."