scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

I don't sleep, the words came, and Halo fixed the Warlord with an incredulous gaze. "Wait, what do you mean you don't sleep?" She stopped him, fixing him with a careful gaze. Sleep was important, and Halo found her forehead creasing with worry. That would be something to get to the root of, certainly. Aches and pains were normal at his age, but there were still things that could be done to soothe it. "I'll bring by more tea tomorrow that, if you start your day with it every day, should help. It may not taste quite as nice as this one though," her tone was apologetic. The dandelion on its own would help with a number of things, but Halo was already thinking through what more could be done for the Warlord. "As we get into the colder months, it would be good for you to spend some time in the hot springs." She'd bookmark that thought for the autumn and winter.

Rabbit, deer... Halo nodded once more. "Fish would be a good thing to add into your diet too," it was a gentle suggestion. All things that could be good for his joints in the long run. "Sirius, how old are you now?" It was a soft question, Halo only just realizing that she didn't know. While she could tell that he was no spring chicken, it was important to get a read on how old he was exactly. "How are your teeth?" Another important question, even more so with age. "And do you have adequate contraception on hand?" Halo didn't mean to pry into the Warlord and the Queen's sex life, but still, better to have it on hand and not need it than need it and not have it.

She paused to listen to his words, taking another sip of tea. His company was pleasant-- add that to the list of things she was grateful for. "Do you have any questions for me?" There was a softness to her, though the timidness had slipped away.

"Halo"