[ for as worn-down as she feels, harley realizes how much she needed dinah's presence; her eyes shutter briefly at the kiss dropped to her forehead, and as her friend seats herself on the sofa, she reaches out to join her in petting the hyena lounging between them. ]

Yeah, I think he's pretty worn out. Tryin' to open a portal to Hell or wherever will apparently do a number on you.

[ her hand stills in bruce's fur and she glances up, looking a little alarmed. ] What? No. No, he didn't do anythin' like that. I mean, I'm still kinda sore from the mornin' when he woke up and we — well, let's just say we're probably gonna need a new bed after this.