scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

He agreed to the tea, which pleased Halo. She'd make a point to drop it by daily, in hopes that she could keep the Warlord feeling as okay as possible for as long as possible. Still, with the question of sleep also hanging in the balance, it seemed that there would need to be more than one mixture of herbs added to his diet. Coming up on his seventh summer... Halo hadn't realized Seer was quite that old. Concern and innocence in her gaze, she listened with rapt attention. Seven summers. She'd wait until he was done answering the onslaught of questions.

The pain that dashed through him doesn't go unnoticed either. In no need... there could be two reasons for that, and Halo had a feeling she knew which based on his reaction. Halo nods once, but she doesn't pry. Instead, she thinks on his age for a moment longer. "I want you to be careful when you train, Sirius." Though the healer's voice is small, the tone carries weight. "Listen to your body, yield to soreness. If pain or swelling persists more than a few hours, call for me. No matter what, even if it seems small, call for me." It's an unusual show of ferocity from Halo, though her words carry tenderness at the forefront. The healer would find her voice in time. She wasn't one to be trifled with.

"My last question isn't so much about you, but about your family. Are there any illnesses in your bloodline that you know of, things from the generations before you that have shown up in you, your children, or your grandchildren?" The Fatalis patriarch would hopefully have at least some of the answers, and Halo would have some idea of things to look out for in his offspring, in their offspring. What was it that her mother had said? Something about an ounce of prevention and a pound of cure. That sounded right. "And then you can tell me about your sleep," a light smile played on her features as her gaze returned to Sirius. It was hard to be light in moments like this, but she wanted him to be comfortable.

"Halo"