Melog mewls reassuringly, butting their muzzle into her hand before their ears twitch. Catra's wasted no time in moving down the carriage, and she's halfway down already - which means Melog's time is up.

Melog's still reluctant to leave, glancing back at Glimmer as they step away. But Catra really is not slowing down for anyone, so Melog gives one more noise of assurance over their shoulder as they flicker and shrink - and then dart off after their companion. Melog's got her, Glimmer. Don't worry about that.