So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

Halo had been busy, incredibly so. With the task Sirius had given her, there was a renewed purpose to everything she did. The tenderhearted girl did so well when there was an objective at hand, and she had something to focus on. Something to do. The do part was something that the girl was extremely well suited for. Busy. Busy suited her well. The pale healer thrived with work. As the days went on and she bustled through her check up list, she couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride in accomplishment.

However, with so many wounds to clean out, Halo had gone through most of her stores of witch hazel. No matter, she'd simply slip away and collect more. It was easy enough for her to go into the woods, checking the filtered shade as she walked. Her raccoon friend moved along with her, not too far away, a basket clutched in his paws. It still held some of her supplies from the day's rounds, but she hadn't wanted to stop back at home and empty it. A few odds and ends, nothing special. The raccoon had come to trust her, and for that, Halo was glad. Still, sometimes he was flighty around strangers... she didn't blame him.

As she moved through the woods, a long shadow cast her eye. Halo paused and squinted... that shadow wasn't moving quite right. The pale girl weighed her options, but it was no use. There was no way she'd simply ignore the shape, especially if the caster of said shadow needed help. She moved carefully, peering around one tree and then the next, finally seeing the man as she looked around the third. He was tall, dark, with white markings, and she was right-- he was limping. At her distance, Halo assessed him, catching a glimpse of a tattered binding around one of his forelegs.

"Excuse me... sorry, um," damn, she was never going to get better at the whole approaching strangers thing. "Your leg, are you okay?" That was a dumb question. Still, Halo is sheepish as she speaks, trying to keep from tripping over her words. Her pulse rose. Why was this so hard? The meek healer couldn't keep the concern from her gaze or her voice as she spoke to the stranger. Halo stopped outside a comfortable distance, ready to run if need be-- it's hard to know how anyone will react when they're injured, after all.

"Halo"