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

The pain of loss, that would make sense. It was a shared pain across all that had been touched by the disease, and Halo sighed lightly. Alas, she couldn't bring back the dead, but after a moment of thought she rummaged within her basket. "I can't, but I have something that can help ease the pain in your heart and in your knee, if you'd like." A little cannabis wouldn't hurt, and it had done a reasonable amount to help quell her anxieties when things got really bad. If the man wanted, she'd be happy to provide.

Two days... she hummed to herself, concern coloring her soft features. As the raccoon returned to her side, Halo spoke to him quietly. "Pour a bit here, please, and here," she directed him, gently touching the wound as she cleared away the dried blood that had crusted in the man's fur. Four ragged claw marks, certainly not shallow, beginning to knit at the edges but still bleeding slowly in the middle. "I'm going to apply pressure to this to stop the bleeding, it's probably going to hurt, I'm sorry," her words were quiet.

Using the cleanest part of the old wrappings she could find, Halo applied gentle pressure to the now somewhat damp wound. Depending on how long it took the bleeding to stop, she'd be able to decide on the next best course of action. At least it wasn't warm to the touch, and didn't seem to be infected yet. Still, he wasn't out of the woods yet. It occurred to the pale creature that she'd been rude-- "I'm Halo, by the way." Right, it had been all hey let me see your leg and oh gosh please don't eat me, and there hadn't been much time for introductions.

"Halo"