He grumbles at her-- not doing a lot for her confidence about the situation. Still, instead of attacking her further, he's helping her. Jael owes him, frankly owes him more than she can actually wrap her head around in her post-concussion state. She stays close to him, this stranger who seems to have his shit together. An air of authority, or at least, she supposes the creatures around them are her companions. The girl is having a hard time focusing through the fog of the injury.
She hisses at the feeling of pressure over the bleeding wound on her hip, and she can hear his reference... her head. The man's touch on her face, she doesn't have the energy to shy from it. The Isle... was this not an island? Jael isn't sure about the land mass this far out, and frankly, the whole thing has been so disorienting any sense of scale she had was gone.
Shivering, she tries to haul herself to her feet. The front two seemed okay, though the world pitched before her. Putting her last hind leg on the ground though... Jael yelped quietly, then tried to silence the sound in her throat. Looking at the strange man with a wince, she shook her head. Immediately regretting the movement with the recent head trauma, Jael crumpled back over her haunches in the sand. No, it turned out, she couldn't.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
