trace your roots back to the ground

Their relationship was complicated and confusing, but Halo herself was rather... rather not-confusing. Rather straight forward. She's not the most complicated creature, so maybe that would balance out. She knows that she likes being around Mort. He's here., That's enough. That was enough, at least until the situation had gotten... more complicated.

Are they mine? The question came. Halo's eyes went wide, hurt by the accusation for a moment. Still, she supposes it's a fair question. Wordlessly, she nods. He says the Warlord's name, and her eyes go wide. She'd thought about that bit too, he'd be upset. Fuck, he'd be so upset. Halo was scared, now. Was he going to cast her out of the Armada? Though the thought was irrational, it's still a scary thought. It was what her family would have done.

Mort's question comes in earnest. Halo nods once more, her eyes wide as she looks to him. As she looks to his face, searching his expression for any sort of indication how he felt on it. "I've um... always really loved pups, I just never thought I'd have them, I... do you? Do you want this?" Halo's tone was shaky. This was a decision for both of them, together.
"Halo" & "Mortis"