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

The flash of teeth, the guarded posture, the way he stood-- Halo took a large step back, and then another. She stumbled as she stepped, her heart racing in her chest. All she could think of was the Warlord's training, disarm and then run. Was she fast enough? His legs were so long and--

And he softened. Halo's pulse returned to something that resembled the normal anxiety around meeting someone new. Though still worried about pretty much everything, the girl was able to relax just a little as the man did. He wasn't going to eat her. Still, the man was tall (tall like Mortis, like Sirius) and could pose a threat if he needed to. The tenderhearted girl only hoped that he wouldn't need to. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," her voice was soft.

A jaguar, Halo thought back to her first day in Boreas, and the cat that she and Sirius had encountered. She still had nightmares about it sometimes. It was bleeding, soaking through the unravelling bandage. Her forehead creased, and Halo took a single step forward with her head still low. "I'm a healer," the words came gently. "Do you mind if I take a look?" With the state of the man's bandage, it was an infection waiting to happen.

"Halo"