The monsters running wild inside of me

As Sirius teased, Halo couldn't help but giggle. It was a soft sound, not unlike the ringing of a bell somewhere deep in her throat. She's happy. Imagine that... Halo feels genuinely happy in this moment, standing with the Warlord. Though soon she'd be plagued once more with self doubt, and feeling like she didn't deserve it, and all of the other not so excellent things that the grey brought with it, she can be happy here. Still, it takes Halo three times as long to slide the back of the shelving unit free. By the time she manages to wiggle the piece out and set it to the side, Sirius had already handled each of the others. How did he do that? "I know you are. If I'm awake, there's also no chance that any outburst will catch me unaware." Though the carriage of her head lowers just a bit and her good ear flattens a bit at his tone, Halo reminds herself that it's because the Warlord cares.

The tenderhearted healer wrapped her cranky raccoon friend up in a large scrap of clean deerskin, and (much to his chagrin) began scrubbing him gently. "Sorry Marshall," she called out to the bird, mistaking his all clear for something that was either startled or disgruntled by the clumsiness of her trash panda friend. "It's called foxfire, it's a harmless fungus that grows on decaying wood. It particularly likes olive wood, at least from what I've found." Taking Mr. Raccoon by the scruff of the neck, Halo set him back on one of the warm rocks beside the hearth. From there she crossed the floor to carefully drape the deerskin over the side of the table, on the side closest to the fire, where it could dry properly.

As the Warlord smacked his head, Halo lowered hers a bit, eyes going wide. "Sorry, sorry, it's a bit cluttered in here." She winced. Maybe tomorrow she'd need to get Mortis to help her move more things into storage. The pale girl had never been part of a pack before, she had a hard time knowing what was important to have directly on hand and what could be put away and stored. "Oh gosh no, you don't have to replace it, the next batch should be done before we even need it," the words came quickly, sheepishly. Halo was able to relax at the thought, though, that it hadn't made its way into hands (paws?) of those that shouldn't be drinking it. "I was just really worried about someone getting sick, is all." She was sheepish... Halo worries. She'd always worry. "If um, if you're trading other packs for things though, I'd be really grateful for about five more jars with lids that screw on tight. They're important for storing the herbs for winter, so they don't go stale and lose their effectiveness as quickly." Though Halo didn't really like asking for really anything, this was something that could be really necessary and useful. The thought of impending winter was always in the back of her mind.

"Are you feeling tired yet?" It's a light, conversational question as Halo stirs at the fire as it winds down. Carefully, she spreads the coals with her fire poking stick, exposing them more to the evening air. Her lavender gaze doesn't return to Sirius until the end of the stick is submerged in the safety bucket beside her fireplace once more.

"Halo"