P1: Loona looks up to a sickly Millie.
LOONA: What's wrong?
MILLIE: Your claws...
P2: Loona looks at her hand, with her long claws at the end.
MILLIE (off-panel): ...please be more careful with those things...
LOONA: Oh fuck. I know how to finger myself just fine but with someone else...
P3: Loona trembles, nervous to make such a horrible mistake.
LOONA: Uhhh, wh-what if I just rub instead
MILLIE: Yeah, that... that sounds like a good idea.