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

Honestly, the girl had surprised herself with her own humor. Still, it had been easy to relax back into an easy rhythm with the boy. Though they'd had their moment of staggering, floundering, it was water under the bridge. Halo would do her best not to overthink it... at least until she was curled up in her own den tonight, alone, replaying the scenario over and over... and over... and over. That's okay. At least here, in the moment, she could be comfortable with Sen.

The warlord didn't appear right away, but that was okay. He must be busy. "Can you bring this back home please, and put some water on for tea?" Halo spoke softly to her companion, checking the contents of the basket. She'd found a bit of witch hazel, but she'd need to go looking for more tomorrow. That was okay, there were more important things at hand. Mr. Raccoon plodded off in the direction of their den, the basket clutched in his paws. Halo couldn't help but smile-- he really had made a full recovery.

"Does it feel like it's opened up at all?" She turned to Ru, fussing over the state of his leg once more. Sirius would come when he came, and Halo could be patient. Fussing over the bandage gave her something to do, and she could take solace in that. "Does it feel like the wrapping is too tight, or rubbing?" She inspected carefully, looking for signs of swelling, signs that she'd have to loosen the entire thing. Halo just wanted to keep him as comfortable as possible, after all.
"Halo"