We had a friend of ours come over earlier. Did a little spell business to help with the parts that are still a little... you know.

[ normally, harley might go into plenty of lurid detail about how anduin had basically done the equivalent of some witchy-woo on her hoo-ha to help her heal after what had been a thoroughly intense (and mutually consensual) round of morning sex with hellboy's demony side — at least, right up until he'd blown the roof off the warehouse in leaving (like he couldn't have used a door).

instead, she's clearly too exhausted to really turn this into storytime, evidenced by the fact that her head lolls over to one side, cheek nestled against the top of a couch cushion. ] Bath sounds kinda nice, though.