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

Being on her own was something that Halo was more than used to. It was interesting, the idea that maybe she wouldn't need to be alone all the time. Even with life within the Armada, the pale healer hadn't really let herself get too close to anyone. It was really just Mortis, and the idea of crashing in with him (at least for more than a sleepover or two) was one that was a bit out of Halo's reach. Nearness... felt vulnerable. Felt dangerous. For as tender as she is, the pale creature is also rather guarded.

His words were quick to come, and Halo offered a small, shy smile in his direction. Okay, if he... if he didn't want her to go yet, she didn't have to. Halo settled for a moment, back to the place where she sat beside Ru. "Sorry um, normally I'd bring you down to my den but ah, it's a bit of a mess right now, sorry." A bit sheepish to admit it, but the pale girl wasn't all that accustomed to visitors either. "I'm starting to get things ready for winter, and fixing my storage system and all... and it's down a ways, I didn't really want you to have to walk more." Sheepish as ever, but Halo speaks in earnest. Gentle. Always gentle.

"Halo"