To live and die by a code of ethics... Jael knows. She knows what it's like to dole out justice that doesn't necessarily make sense to everyone. It doesn't matter. She knows the taste of justice and the sting of its punishment. Jael knows. Justice... and through all of that, here she was, clinging to the back of the raid king. Unwilling to admit that she was savoring the warmth, no, that's something she'd keep to herself.
The isle came into view, and she can see it more clearly as he shifts. He was an alpha... right, that would give him the authority. She does not shrink from this information. Jael grounds herself through him. "What's your name?" Right, she'd forgotten to ask. As for his question... did she have a home? "Not anymore." A sigh, one she couldn't hold back. Couldn't get dramatic or misty over that one, though. "Room for one more on your island?" Jael doesn't like feeling like she owes anyone anything, but... well, she could ask, right?
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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