& I'm still scared of losing

It wasn't like Halo didn't know, at least after hearing the crash, but she wouldn't be hard on them. Heck, Halo didn't really know how to be hard on anyone. It wasn't in her nature, and she'd let the kids have their fun. Whatever kept them busy, right? Busy and reasonably out of trouble. Speaking of trouble, she wasn't quite sure where the large pup had found a reindeer of all things, but they certainly weren't the stealthiest of creatures. She figured the creature, much like Halo herself, was more comfortable in the cold. There were at least two of them that would be more comfortable, at least through the summer months, now that the Armada had shifted north. Yes, at least one good thing had come out of the move... Halo could keep telling herself there were positives. Maybe that would drown out the alarm bells in her system that any sort of change set off.

She pretended not to see the reindeer as he set the buckets outside, looking pointedly behind a tree, somewhere she certainly knew her buckets were not. The pups could feel like they'd gotten away with something. Still, Halo also had at least a bit more authority now, and she could use their help... hm. Trauma specialist was the title the Warlord had bestowed upon her. Well, if there was one thing that Halo knew well, it was trauma-- ha... haha... ha. But really, the tenderhearted healer did find herself standing a little straighter these days.

"Oh, they're right here," Halo called back to the yearlings after giving the deer time to retreat from setting the buckets down. "But since you two were so eager to help, why don't you two come with me to the lake? I could really use your help," and it was true, their help would be appreciated. Washing the stones would take time, even more time if it was just her. That, and a part of her knew that Hazel really did thrive on feeling like she was important.

Be somebody who makes everybody feel like they're somebody.

"Halo"