Quiet on the Northern front

Basilisk watched her quietly, without giving the impression he was doing so. He knew that she was stronger than her demons, even if she was less sure of that. He knew the strength of her, had seen it throughout their life. He took a sip of his own tea, letting it replace what the cool air had taken away. “Halo? She's resourceful, and brave when she has to be. Besides, she took Warden with her and he's a scrapper. You know he won't let anyone hurt our Halo.” He said lightly, though he missed her too. Missed her something awful. 


There were nights when he woke up and thought of sneaking to her den for a late night snack, and her silent understanding. Before he woke enough to remember that she wouldn't be there. She had filled the places in his heart his own parents had never bothered to. Halo was like that, to anyone who needed her. She had raised Hazel and Basilisk both. Taken them on when their own parents had wanted them.