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

As Ru let out a yelp, Halo shook her head softly. A bit of a giggle played in her throat, and danced in her eyes. "Sorry, I should have warned you," it was hot, after all. Still, it seemed like the boy wasn't worse for wear... at least too badly. She's warmed a bit, likely from the drugs, and settled carefully with her chin resting on her paws to watch her charge. "How's the leg, now that you've been off it for a little bit?" The question was soft, gaze flickering to his face. Sometimes it was easy to say things were okay when they weren't actually, and if anyone knew that it was Halo.

"Much better," she agreed, smiling softly to herself. Mr. Raccoon came tumbling back into the den just then, tossing a small, fluffy pelt around Halo's shoulders, and bringing the second one deeper into the den and rolling himself up in it. She couldn't help but giggle, watching him as he did. The cheeky, silly creature that he was, the tenderhearted creature was grateful for him. Always here to lighten her moods.

"Halo"