Carefully hidden away, she'd spent most of her time just trying to pull herself back together. Jael was used to pulling herself up by her bootstraps... or whatever they said about that. Getting stronger, but her endurance was still... not great. The injuries had been dire, and it would take some time for Jael to recover to her usual strength. It was a wonder that she'd pulled through it all, and she'd been slipping Urtur extra snacks when she got the chance. Maybe it was a little way of thanking him, and she'd even found some good stuff to leave out for Erish. Jael... well, she conceded it would be some time before she actually learned what owls liked, but at least someone had gotten the snack she'd left out.
Though her endurance was still questionable at best, she was still looking forward to getting out more. The first order of business needed to be meeting the pack, or anyone who cared to. Jael couldn't risk being attacked on sight as a stranger deep in Raider territory. In her fragile state well... she'd beaten the odds once. Twice? She wouldn't push her luck. Still, it was nerve racking actually... meeting them. Her exact role, the way he'd introduce her to them, was still a point of uncertainty. What would they have to say? All of them? No, Jael couldn't allow herself to look anxious.
She's still limping, taking frequent breaks, but she the girl insists on walking mostly on her own. The wounds had scabbed over, but they were still raw and angry. Her broken ankle was splinted efficiently, and the swelling had mostly come down. When they settle, Jael stands on three legs, bad side resting against Gilgamesh. Borrowing him for support, but maybe it's emotional too. "It's nothing I can't handle," she gives a soft smile, though some of the confidence is faked. Fake it until you make it, right? With one last nervous lick of her lips, Jael allowed a more relaxed, demure expression and posture to take her over. If Gil was here, she could handle this.
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