Jael could feel his eyes on her always, even when they weren't his. She's safe here, protected. Nothing happened on the island that Gil didn't know about. Jael was grateful for that. Grateful for his nearness, and for the comfort that provided. It felt less like stealing these days. Was this her life now? It seemed like it, though she wasn't sure what exactly she'd done to deserve it.
She works away at more of the snake's flesh, the pile of scrapped sinew and muscle piling beside her. Thankfully, snakes weren't that greasy. With her knife steady and poised, Jael is able to free the tissues from inside the skull, teasing it free. It was gory, messy work but didn't phase her much. Viscera clung to her coat in places, but it's fine. Hell, she'd probably do well with a bath before the end of the evening anyway.
"Come sit, you don't need to hover." Jael gently set the skull down after a long moment, acutely aware he loomed large in the doorway behind her. Jael's tail gave a little wag, finally tilting her head to peer behind her. A little smile, a little pleading in her expression... that should do it, right? "Will you tell me what trading is like here?" Her attention returns to the skull after a moment, though if Gilgamesh comes to sit, she'll find herself subconsciously leaning toward him while he speaks.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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