The monsters running wild inside of me

Halo had prepared. She had rested during the day, flipping her sleep schedule to stay up and monitor the Warlord. She'd spoken to Mortis as well. If things got bad, well and truly bad, she'd send for him. She'd asked him to sleep lightly, just in case. They'd spent the afternoon together, moving some of the larger and more breakable objects (pots and especially jars, which Halo shuddered to think of losing to any misadventure) into what was Sedna's storage den. Halo's chest ached softly at the thought of the other healer, but she couldn't dwell. No, for now she couldn't. They'd rearranged the shelving, and Halo had begun squirreling things away for the winter months. The bee colony had done well, far better than expected, and Halo was quite proud of herself. There was an abundance of honey and bee's wax to show for it, all of which would be carefully stored and packed away for when they needed it.

Curiously it seemed that the alcohol she'd made for creating tinctures, carefully labeled, and stashed away in the main storage of the Armada had disappeared. It couldn't have tasted very good, and the pale healer was a bit confused as to how the whole batch had gone missing... well, these things happen. She'd collected the empty jars, and would remind herself to tell Sirius when she saw him that evening. What if one of the pups had gotten ahold of it? In truth, Halo would have worried herself sick and blamed herself entirely. With Mort's help in doing the heavy lifting, keeping the jars far from where any little paws could reach, she'd set a honey mixture to ferment this time. It would be better quality than the wild berry mixture from before, and she was beginning to wonder if she could set it up to distill.

Ah, she'd worry about it later. Sirius had arrived. She could hear his voice at her doorway, where she'd hung (and pinned back, for today) a coarse deer skin in place of a door. A door... that would probably be a good thing to have this winter, but for now, she was grateful for the breeze that was able to pass through the curtain, as well as sweep in under it. Sure, she could tack it down if need be to keep the rain away, but the sunny days had far outnumbered the rainy ones lately. "You can come in, Sirius." It was a gentle invitation, stepping to greet the Warlord with a gentle smile and a cup of tea. "Have you eaten dinner?" She presented him with one of the cups that she'd snagged from the stash Sedna had left behind, a well-cleaned turtle shell. It was the same comforting brew that she'd brought him on the evening of the checkup.

"Mortis um, he helped me with the heavy lifting, we set things up to be as safe as possible. If things get bad, I told him I'd call for him, and I thought about um... sending Marshal, if it's okay?" For all the things Halo is, fast is not one of them. Of the companions between them, Halo figured that the vulture would be the swiftest messenger. Still, he was the Warlord's companion, and Halo needed to have permission. "I um, I told Mort that we're studying your sleep, is all. Not many details, just that I'd appreciate it if he could come help if need be, if I was to call for it." She was uncertain about just how much the Warlord's son knew, and Halo didn't want to share more information than truly necessary. Still, when it came to trusting someone to have her back if things got sticky, Mortis was her first choice.

"Here, look. I borrowed some of the empty shelves from Sedna's storage and used them to create a boundary. I don't want you to feel boxed in, because that could create other issues, but it will slow down any possible incidents. I can fit under the bottom one, but I um, I don't think you can." Halo explained, showing Sirius the area she'd set for him to sleep. While it was the location that the pale girl would generally sleep herself, against the dug in back wall of the den itself, she'd expanded the pile of pelts in all directions. It was hard to tell just how big the Warlord is when she wasn't standing beside him. Ah, she'd gone maybe a bit overboard... comically so. Still, that was alright. She could share the space until he fell asleep, they could settle and talk, and she'd be able to slip out from beneath the bottom shelf to observe him while also getting some of her more typical work done.

"What do you think?" The pale healer turned to the Warlord, gaze soft but sheepish upon his face. His approval of the plan was important too, and really, the tenderhearted creature just wanted him to feel safe.

"Halo"