Do not apologize the words come, a murmur that resonates through her chest first, then the rest of her system. She can feel him, wrapping her up, holding to her. Jael crumples back into Gil, pressed to him. Still quivering, as she blinks the tears from her gaze. The girl has never needed someone, needed them to take hold of her and not let go.
But she needs him.
He reassures... just as he had been the night everything had kicked off, he's here. He's here to keep her safe, and she believes him. She trusts him. Maybe it already scares her just how reliant she's been on Gil since arriving, but she also hasn't pulled away. Jael doesn't want to let herself want him. The part of her that needs him? She doesn't know how much he's noticed, he's realized, but he's not stupid. Judging by just how quickly he'd come, he knows enough. "I'm sorry I took you from..." Jael trails off, though her face remained hidden against him. The quivering had subsided some, thanks to him.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
