She would find the confidence, in time. She would find her place, she would... she would learn. For reasons unknown, just being near him leaves her feeling more at peace, more whole. It's new for Jael, but she's grateful. Tucked up against his chest, the creature clings. Hidden away, where she can be kept safe. Gil pushes away the apology, and for now at least, the skeptic finds herself believing him.
The nightmare... Jael swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath. It would be better to get it out in the open, right? Still, her voice shook. "It was that night on the beach..." the words turn to dust on her lips. Jael can feel the weight of her mortality over and over again, she can feel it in her system. Face still buried in Gil's neck, clinging to the man that had saved her. That continued to save her, and protect her, and see her cared for. "I could feel the bleeding, like it was real. All the things that would have happened if you hadn't come." Her voice was quiet, the words spoken softly against his fur.
There's the lingering implication, too. The things she hasn't put words to. He'd saved her, and now she was his. There's safety in that, there's comfort in that, but it leaves little bits of her hanging in the balance. Fiercely, she clings to Gil.
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