"Okay." She snuggles in closer, heedless of--or at least undeterred by--her broken rib. "I have to admit I'm a little jealous of the wizard. You can't rip my heart out of my chest without killing me, and she doesn't even like it. What a waste."

He laughs. "I know, it's terrible! And I can't even fuck her anyway!"

"Why not?"

"That fucking curse of hers, I'm not touching that."

"...Huh."

"Mm?"

"I'm kind of curious but it seemed private so I don't want to pry."

He considers this for a moment, then says, "Eh, there's no way I'm gonna stop myself from complaining about it—she's cursed to get raped a lot. Which would be fine except that apparently the curse is willing to change my fate or my mind to make me do it, and that's... even if it hasn't done it to me in particular, and it wouldn't really have needed to, it's still not something I'm going to just go along with."

"Cursed to--how--why???"

Shrug. "She dated a god and he got snippy when she dumped him, apparently."

"She--bwah? Uh. Okay. That's, uh. Not...something that...usually happens!"

He laughs. "Is it not? I wouldn't know."

"People don't generally personally interact with gods!"

Shrug.

"You especially don't hear about people dating them."

"Well, apparently this one's special."

"I guess my life is just weird now. Oh no. Whatever shall I do," she says, and trails her fingers over a wound that still has wet blood around it and starts fingerpainting her hip. 

He laughs and hugs her.

She kisses him. 

He kisses back.

She squirms slightly and lets out a faint whining noise.