Undressing her clothes while alone in a room with Raven, Helga caught a glimpse of aging in her skin and leaned forward to get a closer look in the mirror. Her body couldn't age, nor has it ever since the curse was laid on her, and yet somehow there were wrinkles under her eyes.
"Stress?" She asked herself, glancing at Raven through the mirror.
Already in bed with his back to the wall, the hero's eyes were running up and down the valkyrie's bare spine. Fair as it can be and plump as a mother who'd given birth not long ago, Helga was perhaps amongst the finest women in Atlaris. However, with everything going on in her life recently, she's finally feeling the effects of mental aging.
