[Cheesecake]

Harley rested upon a tree in the woods. The tree provided excellent shade and was very comfortable to lean against. She wiped a little blood from her blade with her skirt. It didn't leave a really bad stain, but she could wash it later. He laid her blade right beside her, still clenching it and put her had back. A day of fighting, killing off the Loyalists and healing the wounded left her exhausted. She needed a bit of rest.