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

She was sheepish, cheeks still burning. Oh gosh she'd crossed a line, she'd looked dumb, and there was basically no coming back from it. Still, Halo had a commitment to him. She was going to patch him up and make sure that he wasn't falling apart... at least physically. As far as the emotional side of things... well, those were easier things to tackle with pack members, but maybe. It would be harder now that she'd crossed a line but if he still wanted her help... or if he wanted her help at all... ugh. Halo's head was very loud.

"Don't scratch, you'll start bleeding again," healer things were far easier to think about. Her redirection was soft, a gentle reminder. If he opened the wound then she may need to grab Sedna and throw some stitches in it after all. "We'll go to the border and ask," Halo confirmed quietly, still a bit shaken from the misunderstanding. "You can lean on me while we walk, if you need to." She offered, though small Halo was sturdier than she looked. Her companion picked up the basket, and they were ready to set off toward the borders. "We'll go at your pace, don't push yourself."

"Halo"