@zjlark FEBRUARY 6, 11:00AM. RAVEN'S REST.
Old Halo was careful not to play favorites within the Jack Odyssey Gang. After all, she wanted the Gang to believe she could be an impartial listener, a fair judge when disputes arose. More than anything, she wanted Jack to believe she was advising him based on the members' abilities, not out of a desire to protect them. Which was why one of the members she cared most about checking in one was left for last.
She was hoping to catch Lark on her own, which was why she stopped by her room at the inn, rather than waiting to catch her at the Atlantis or wandering town. She was a little surprised - and relieved - to actually find her there. She stepped into the room, giving Lark a warm smile. "Hi, dear," she said, gently shutting the door behind her. "I've been going around, checking in on everyone. Are you doing alright, is there anything you need? I did hear that things got a little hairy for you, Widower, and Witness." An understatement, perhaps.
Although with most of the gang, Old Halo's concern was more of a sugar-coated act, she eyed Lark like a worried mother hen. She wasn't quite sure where that sense of loyalty came from. Maybe it was misplaced, stemming from guilt over the community she'd abandoned when she became a Resurrector. Or maybe it was simply because she looked at Lark and still saw a shy child, despite how much she'd grown over the years.
"You handled it well, of course," she continued, careful to keep her tone reassuring. "But I wouldn't blame you, if you were shaken over it."