The monsters running wild inside of me

As Sirius enters the den, Halo winces just a bit. She should have thought about that, the multitude of plants hanging from her ceiling. Some were medicinal herbs, others for flavor in mixtures like tea that would otherwise be less than excellent. More still, there were the herbs that she'd taken to drying for their color, to use in dyes. It led to a bit of clutter above their heads, and where Halo had plenty of space the Warlord did not. "Sorry," she looked to Sirius sheepishly. "You can take down the ones that are in the way, if you want. They're just um, they're draped over the lines, you just have to lift the bundles and they should come right down." The rawhide ropes were among the first things she'd set up within the space when she'd moved in. Each was strung across the very top of her den, and Halo wouldn't be able to bring the plants down without climbing up on the table that was currently scooted against the wall near the door.

He'd eaten, that was a good sign. Halo smiled softly as she listened to him speak of Marshal, who was perched nearby. Another mental note-- she'd have to grab the vulture a snack before bed. Is that how you won someone else's companion animals over? Well, feeding Mr. Raccoon had certainly worked out in her favor. Speaking of which, where was Mr. Raccoon? Ah, he'd turn up soon enough. He never went far, after all.

As the Warlord smacked his face into another bundle of partially dry herbs, Halo looked sheepishly to him. "Sorry," really, the healer was embarrassed she hadn't thought to take them down. She nodded though, as he thought to remove the back panel from the shelves. "That makes sense, um, would you help me pop them out from all three?" The shelves formed a semi-circle around the area that Halo had built out the sleeping space. She didn't want him to feel caged, or trapped. No, feelings like that would only make things worse. "I flipped my sleeping schedule, so I'll be awake the whole time. I want to be able to keep notes on anything that I notice while you're asleep, and I'll be awake in case anything happens." Right, she'd need to flip it back eventually, but if she was going to fix the Warlord, she was going to be at least a little nocturnal for a bit.

"I, um, I guess a few other weird things about my house," sheepish as ever, Halo began to explain. "Anything that has sharp edges will glow, at least a little, in the dark. The table, the shelves, the corners of the hearth, just so no one hurts themselves in the dark. The threshold of the door is also marked, that glows too, if you need to get up in the night." Foxfire, Halo had collected a decent amount of it. Before finding Mr. Raccoon, the pale girl had her fears about being alone in the true darkness of it all. The dim light it cast was enough to make the dark a bit less foreboding. That, and she was set up to house patients if she needed-- safety first. "Also, there's always snacks in the bowls to the right of the fireplace, right here." Halo indicated the spot where they were stashed, mostly herbed fish that had been dried and tucked away.

Somewhere outside, a dull crash, a splash, followed by angry chittering. Halo let go a long, slow suffering sigh, before sticking her head out her makeshift door. Mr. Raccoon stumbled through the door, sopping wet, scowling. The pale creature plunked himself on the hearth with a grumble, stretching out on the warm stone to dry himself. "This is what happens when you don't put the fire bucket back where it belongs." She giggled softly, shaking her head. Halo had meant to move it back, noticing it out of place, but she'd been so busy today. The nearly full-grown raccoon had tripped and fallen into the bucket of water they kept beside the fire pit as a safety measure. "Is there anything that I can do to make you more comfortable here? Is the bed enough? I added some pelts to it, but I can go get more." Her gaze on the Warlord was one of concern, hoping in her heart of hearts that she'd done enough. She wanted so badly to be enough.

Right, the alcohol conundrum! She had to tell him that too. "Ah, Sirius, I just wanted to mention it to you... I'd made some wine and labeled it for healer usage. It was down in the storeroom, but when I was down there the other day I noticed that there were only empty jars left." Though sheepish, Halo was at least occupied now, trying to figure out how to remove the lower panel from one of the shelves. "I'm just worried that one of the pups may have gotten into it, or something. I'm sorry, I thought I'd put it up high enough... I don't want anyone getting sick." Halo hung her head a bit, ears (well, the right at least, and as much of the left as she had control over) pressing closer to the sides of her head than usual. "It also couldn't have tasted very good, it was just meant as a base for tinctures." The note as a bit offhanded, but still. "We started a new batch of alcohol today, but will be stronger. Instead of being in the main storage, it's in what Sedna was using as a storage den, up as high as we could get it. It should be up high enough this time, I'm just... I guess I'm just worried, Sirius." Okay, but when was Halo not worried. At least she had the shelf to work on, and she didn't have to make eye contact.

"Halo"