[ there's a mechanical quiet to the movements with which harley proceeds to remove her clothing — with dinah's help, of course — almost as if she's only half-present in the moment itself and the rest is happening solely from muscle memory, but soon enough she's stripped down and reaching for dinah's hand, using that shared tether to help herself into the tub.

it's practically an afterthought when she settles into the water, breathing out a long sigh, and then shifts so that she can lean back against dinah's chest, notching her head against her friend's shoulder and sinking down beneath more of the bubbles until only the tops of her own shoulders are visible. ]

Not like that, huh? [ she scoffs quietly, but it's playful, because she knows what dinah means, even if the other woman feels the need to clarify specifics between them. she curls in, nudging her nose under dinah's chin as her eyes start to droop. ] Love you too, y'know. You're one of my best friends here. Not just here, even, but back home too. You're badass, and you're gorgeous, and you're stronger'n you think.