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

He wasn't wrong, but all Halo could do was offer a meek smile. She was sheepish, but there was just a bit of a glimmer in her soft lavender eyes. "It's okay," she assured him. "Do you want to talk about it?" A quiet invitation-- sometimes those things helped. Even if she was a stranger, at this point Halo was a mostly-qualified emotional support animal.

Some healer training, but not much-- Halo could work with that. Her tail twitched, a bit of a wag, as she moved carefully towards him. Wait where was-- hm. The pale healer paused for a moment, turning to whistle over her shoulder and peer into the woods. The pale raccoon reappeared from around a corner, and she had to giggle. "Where did you get off to, silly thing," she greeted her friend with fondness, gently taking the basket as they approached where the man lay.

"This might be a bit uncomfortable," she apologized. With gentle, practiced movements she removed the wrapping from the wound, examining it carefully. "How long ago did you get this injury?" Now that it was exposed to the air, Halo was even more careful. She pulled a long-vacant turtle shell from her basket, handing it to her raccoon friend. "Fill this please," she sent him off for water and returned to her examination. "Do you feel any warmth or numbness around the wound?" She was careful, not wanting to disturb any of the dried blood without water to wash the area.

"Halo"