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

He swore it was okay, but Halo was still skeptical. "I feel like you and I have very different ideas of, um, fine," she offered a soft smile. Halo was a worrier by nature, sure, but it really seemed like the injury would have only gotten worse with time. Worrying was basically her job, to boot. A healer had to worry. If she wasn't worrying, then the tenderhearted creature might not be doing her job. If she wasn't doing her job then she was letting others down, and if she was letting others down then... well, it was a vicious cycle. Like, really and truly vicious. She'd only make herself sad that way, and that was something Halo was really pretty good at.

"He likes to think he is," Halo giggled. She couldn't help it... blame the cannabis. "He just likes to be cozy though, sorry. We're going to sleep in the den right next door. Sorry, are you getting tired? We can go now," the words came quickly, a bit of a blush to them as well. Shoot, she'd overstayed her welcome. Right. He's a stranger. She can't get too comfortable with him. Shoot, she's gone and put her paw in her mouth... er... something like that. Her actions reflect badly on herself. Flustered, she began to tidy what she could into Mr. Raccoon's basket.

"Halo"