He has a wife, she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be feeling like this. Jael knows just how she'd feel, if she were the one in his wife's shoes. She knows how tight she'd be holding on, and she knows how upset she'd be to find her husband standing just as he was now. The guilt, the anxiety, all of it creeping up in her system-- why, then, does she cling closer? Hold tighter?
His words seem to hold a weight, an edge. Jael lifts her head to softly, warmly rest it against his shoulder. She can feel the tension in him, and she wants to ease it. To comfort it. But then, this is the kind of safety she's never known. The small woman is tender with him, soft. Soft in a way she doesn't like to let herself be, but he... he doesn't know that. Not yet. For as little as the dog is, she's tough.
Every word savored, every little rumbling chuckle and glance. Though Jael was mostly paying attention to the world around her, she'd pretend she wasn't stealing glances at him too. When he gives her his ear, when he tips his head, all of these things... attentive. He's attentive. There is some danger in him, but that makes this even sweeter. Why does she feel... special? "How long have you been here?" The words were soft, curious. She wants to know him. More than that, but to know someone was the first step.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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