planning a crash landing

*Halo*

Dedication was something that Halo had no shortage of. Helping others, doing her best to help them get better. Maybe sometimes she was more of an emotional support animal than an actual healer, but really, both had their applications. Especially with the trauma from the disease, they may need it. The idea that she could well and truly be useful to them put Halo at ease. The tenderhearted girl already felt safer by the man's side... he'd offered his protection. She wasn't alone in the world anymore.

Sirius Fatalis, his name came. The warlord-- he was at their helm. It seemed to click for her, falling into place to truly make sense. He'd offered his protection and his home, and in order to have that kind of authority he had to be. Still, her eyes widened for a moment when she truly realized. The Armada, that was her new home. Her new family? Halo didn't want to get ahead of herself, or make assumptions, but it was such a comforting feeling. "Yes please," ever soft, but it doesn't conceal the soft excitement at the prospect.

Halo was grateful for the shoulder, making tentative contact with his side. As the adrenaline drained from her system, the girl realized just how well she'd sleep tonight. "What's are things like, in the Armada?" Her gaze flickered to Sirius as they prepared to set off, a slight wag to her tail.

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