"Yes, honey, bratty," was her stubborn answer, though she was grinning at him in an indulgent way. His shirt was tossed to the floor and to her credit Wanda did not particularly perturbed as she examined his battle wounds. She did, however, give an exasperated sigh when he dragged her to him and she let his fingers get only so far up her thigh before she caught his hand and stilled it.
"What? The other pictures weren't enough to keep you entertained?" Wanda asked and reached over to grasp his injured arm with glowing fingertips. The shimmering red light flared, then faded, leaving a tingling sensation and perfectly unblemished skin in its wake. Disentangling herself from his grasp she stood and went into the bathroom for a towel, which she brought back and used to wipe traces of blood from his arm. "There you are, good as new."