Wicked right hook

Busy. This time of year she was busy, maybe more so than usual. While Halo had been informed that the winters here weren't quite as bad as the ones she'd experienced back home, it was still hard to shake the idea that she needed to get ready. Preparing. Preparing for all the things that could strike them with the coming winter, and prepared to treat everything that could come her way. Nearly an entire year here, and yet, her first winter. Nervous and excited, all at once, Halo would continue to ready all the things she could. What was the phrase? An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Halo needed to do all of the prevention she could do, as well as all the preparation, just in case. Maybe it was the anxiety talking.

Sirius had comforting words for the pale healer, and she sighed softly to herself. "I didn't want to hurt them... I was afraid of hurting them," the look in her pale eyes was soft, beseeching on the Warlord. She's a healer, both by trade and by nature. "The experience is important, that's um, that's why I went too... I just worry, Sirius." The guilt was still weighing heavily, as if Halo could reach out and hold it in her hands. Though she knew the weight of the experience itself, it was still maybe a bit heavy on Halo's ethics.

"Halo"