If he was worried about retaliation-a kick in the ass specifically-or another chaotic wreck up, he should have no fear. Rogue could barely stand on her own, let alone dash around his precious garden and cut down the posies. Her head was throbbing and her body ached in places she never knew could ache before. She hadn't taken such a hit since the X-Men and then it felt as if it had been worth the pain. Truly, Rogue was numb.
"Ah'm barely standin' and ah'm pretty sure ah' broke a few ribs," she said with a shake of her head, "The worst ah' might do is crush the grass when ah' sit down".