scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

Halo was filled with nervous energy, something that was at least a bit sated by the Warlord's kind demeanor. He'd always been so gentle with her, and it didn't seem that it would let up now. Still, she was worried. Heck, the question that had taken her mind over nearly entirely was one that came from pure, unchained worry. "Thank you," the words were soft as he invited the girl into his home. It was stately, fit for a king... or a warlord. Softly, she set the flowers on the bench, and the tea beside it. Halo couldn't push the nerves from her mind.

He'd heard good things-- both Mortis and Basilisk. That set her at ease, at least a bit. "Basilisk offered to help me turn my garden in the fall, after planting season. He's very eager to help," Halo smiled. On the day of her arrival, she'd told Sirius that she enjoyed children. It hadn't been an understatement, and the light that Basilisk brought with him was absolutely wonderful. "I do um, I worry a bit about him and the other pups training too hard while they're still young," Halo was prone to rambling when nervous, and this was no different. "I know it's not my place, meddling in the training of the warriors, but especially with Basilisk's size it's important that the growth plates aren't disrupted." She paused, voice quiet. There was always a nervousness that came when she felt like she was speaking out of turn, and this was no different. "The um, the ends of long bones have soft bits when puppies are young and still growing, they're called growth plates. If they're damaged, they can cause one leg to be shorter than the others, and things like lifelong joint pain. In pups my size, they're usually firmed up around a year, but the larger the pup the longer it usually takes." Halo's explanation was, she hoped, good enough. The woman dipped her head respectfully, not wanting to offend or overstep, but still taking her position as a healer within the pack as a serious one.

"I'm sorry," she took a breath, steadying herself. "That um, that wasn't why I came to see you, I got distracted with the thought and I ... sorry." She was sheepish. Still, Halo's tangent from moments ago was enough to help calm her racing thoughts. Healing things were easy to think about, and easy to talk about. It was enough to steady her, and she was feeling a bit more ready to ask the question that had been weighing so heavily on her mind. "Sirius, is there more I should be doing?" Her gaze flickered back to his face for a moment, nervous. Halo was concerned about not living up to his expectations. She feared letting him down, and through letting him down, losing her home here. She feared that she wasn't pulling her weight within the Armada. She feared being useless to them, worst of all.

"Halo"