At the lurch of the raft, Jael found herself clinging to Gil's shoulders. Clinging, but then, she wouldn't realize until it was time for her to let go. Jael masked her disappointment as she slipped carefully to the furs laid out below. While at her most comfortable curled up, she realizes now how the pain radiated from her hip. The ankle too, needed to be held out at an angle. Already beginning to swell some, she can feel the ache as it radiated between the injuries. As she became accustomed to the ringing in her ears and the ache in her head, the rest of her body would begin to complain. Gilgamesh was careful with her, far more careful than Jael had ever been with herself.
The moon rose above them, between that and the fire that he breathed life into she had a pretty good view of the room. She took it in curiously. Though somewhat used to the settlements of those who came before, she'd never quite seen something like... like this. I will be back, though Jael's look back at him is almost wry. Where was she going to go, in her state? While not helpless, she also understands that she's far better off with Gil's support. He'd be back, though the warmth of the fire as it came alive wasn't quite as nice as the alternative.
Just as promised, he returned. She needed to stay still, but oh... leaning up to look at him, maybe his expression doesn't inspire the most confidence. "Do you want help?" Though her head swam and her knowledge wasn't the strongest either, maybe they could sort their way through this together. Hopefully.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
