Harley was the last person Amelia was worried about doing something forward right now. Thanks for that, Majima. She certainly still had several shades of red she hadn't shown off yet today.

When Harley's ready, the rogue quickly slips off the bed to help the other woman to her feet. Her strength may not even come close to Harley's, but there's very little strain in her muscles as she encourages Harley to lean into her as much as she wants with an arm about her waist. She can handle this much and more, she's sure of it.

Once they've made it to the bathroom, she offers Harley a smile and a small side hug. "Will you be all right? Or do you really need more help?" It's asked earnestly and out of genuine concern. If Harley hasn't eaten for days, there's no telling how her strength might be holding up.