halo tryout I/II [...] feelings are fatal

[lessa]

✯ — Exhausted.  Lessa hummed quietly, tilting her head so her one good eye could seem a little more attentive.  The marten had never been good at eye contact though.  She was not entirely sure why; it just made her uncomfortable.  She tried for a smile.  It'd always been a little easier, around other medics, to be... A little happier. Outwardly at least. "St-still... Recovering from the... T-trip here, I suppose," she murmured admittedly.

Something resembling more joy flashed in her eye whenever she turned to the hawk beside her.  "Calum." She still remembered the day they became partners; the day she gave him his name. It'd taken time to teach him everything, but she was very proud that he was a brilliant assistance to her.  "H-he's a troublemaker though," she muttered, tail flicking.  An indignant stare was all she received in answer, as the bird fluffed his feathers.  "… B-but he's been with me... A while."

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