He seemed to be processing something. The shift in his tone, the fact that some of the warmth had drained... she didn't like that. Why did that feel... strange. Jael swallowed, setting her chin back on her paws. Watching Gilgamesh carefully, but letting him work. For someone who was used to taking a strong, careful read on a situation, why was she having such difficulty with him? Why did the fact that she was having difficulty fluster her, even if she was doing her best to hide it.
Smaller hands tend to the ankle, the creature deft and helpful. Jael flinched, whimpered at the manipulation of the break back into place. She knows he's doing his best, and her gaze is sympathetic. It's not his fault.
The herbs... she sniffed at them carefully. Jael looked at the bundle, then back to Gil. What was in it? She couldn't say. But then, he hadn't harmed her yet. Gilgamesh was better than that. Jael took the herbs gratefully, chewing them slowly. "You've done more than I could dream of asking..." the words were gentle, tender. She's dropped some of her usual edge. "Thank you." She's aware of his touch on her hip, though she doesn't balk. It's clinical, after all. Her head, too, though there's already a comfort about it. Why?
Instead, a more practical question... if just to keep him here. "How do I repay your kindness?" If just to keep him talking, if just to keep him from going off to tend to more pressing matters. Well, at least it's a practical question indeed.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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