Gilgamesh. It suits him, she decides in that moment. The girl leaves her head rested softly on his shoulder, minding the crystals carefully. Lifting it too much, jostling about really at all, was enough to leave her feeling nauseous. No, couldn't get through all of this just to poke her eye out, or something. There's the inherent fear of rejection that comes with a question like the one she'd left him with, but then, Jael... owes him. She owes him, and she'd be silly to just think he'd be willing to let her go after going through so much.
He doesn't seem so bad. Really, he can't be all bad. All bad was the man that had come after her on the beach. All bad was the band that had taken hold of her home and done what they'd done to do it. Though she wasn't good, she was ethical. That's enough. She can see it in Gilgamesh too. That's enough.
There's a little humor in his tone, and it puts her mind at ease. She relaxes into his back by only a degree, beginning to get a clearer picture of what she's gotten herself into. "I'll be right at home." There was just a little lilt to Jael's voice, showing shades of the personality beneath for the first time. The fog from the concussion would linger for untold time, but she wouldn't depart from herself for long.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
