[ Adora's gotten used to the kindness of Etheria outside of the Fright Zone, and the generosity of her friends has meant everything to her. But to see that same sort of kindness eases some sort of homesickness she's felt since she arrived. It's still there, just a little duller now, but this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for who isn't from home. ]

Oh—are you sure? I—thank you so much, this is one of the best things I've ever been given.

[ There's so much sincerity in her voice; before three years ago, and save for the little things Catra made for her, Adora had never been given a gift in her life. Looking up at Hilda's question, she replies casually, as she continues to admire the cloak, touching the hood happily. ]

I was supposed to be a weapon that destroyed the world, but I saved it instead. Twice. Before that, I was in the Horde army, but all they'd ever done was lie and manipulate me my entire life, and when I figured it out, I left. Then I destroyed them.