They need a good plucking

Hilda and the harpies quickly, if somewhat awkwardly introduce themselves, although it feels silly doing so after what they've already been through together.

"So what did you need help with?" Hilda asks as she places her hands over her own body, suddenly feeling a little more self-conscious about her own nakedness as she starts to come down from her recent pleasure-induced high.

"Well, after a proper mating... we start molting..." Polly says, evidently very embarrassed about this, as she clumsily runs her talons along the nest.

"Our feathers fall off..." Greenie blurts out, before covering her face with her wings, unintentionally flashing her gash to Hilda.

The human looks around, there are definitely a lot more loose feathers lying around the nest than there were yesterday, and all of the are the same colors as the three harpies.

"But... um... sometimes they don't all come off on their own, and they need to be pulled off... manually..." Snuggles chimes in.

"Okay, but why can't you three help each other out?" Hilda asks, genuinely confused by the situation.

"We could..." Polly says.

"But..." Greenie says from behind her wings.

"That's the husband's job," Snuggles blurts out as the other two nod in agreement.

Hilda blinks as silence falls over the nest.

WHAT?