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

Halo smiled softly, shyly. "I just don't want you to get more hurt." The words were quiet. She's very gentle in the way that she regards the man, happy to put the awkwardness behind them. Really, the pale healer was happy to forget that the awkward moment had ever occurred. In the back of her mind, Halo still considered digging a hole and putting herself within it, but that would at least need to wait until she got Ru resting.

"I'm sure, it's okay," Halo wasn't necessarily tougher than she looked, but she was sturdier. She supports what she can of Sen's weight, doing her best to take the pressure off the injured leg as they make their way towards the Armada. Though the going was slow, Halo was even more glad that he'd said yes to spending the night. There was no telling what would have become of the man out here on his own. "What conversation?" There was a small, knowing smile, but she was still blushing about it. Humor was a decent coping mechanism, right?

As they made it to the border of the Armada, Halo called for the Warlord. It was a soft call-- she didn't want to worry him, or lead him to believe something was wrong. No, it was more of a when you have a minute, this doesn't need to be your priority call. No alarm, just a request for him. "How's the leg?" The pale girl turned to Sen, looking to inspect the wrapping for any shifting or any signs that the wound had opened back up while they waited.

"Halo"