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

Halo was able to get her bearings as she moved to wrap Sen's wound. "Generic tough guys are, maybe," she mused, finally able to breathe again. "The nice ones are hard to come by," her tone picked up a more playful lilt, an unusual bit of playfulness shining through. What had gotten into her? Softly, she touched the edge of the honey that she'd set on Ru's wound. It was set, dried to the point where it wouldn't stick to the wrapping and cause more damage when removed. Good.

With gentle, careful movements, Halo wrapped his leg. Her closeness to the boy was still enough to make her feel... maybe a bit strange. Not bad strange, though, with her somewhat-scattered thoughts. "Is this too tight?" Halo didn't realize just how close she was, upon looking up into his face to check in. Oh heck. Still, she couldn't necessarily move away, not as she hadn't secured the wrapping yet.

"Halo"