These days, it seemed the salt smell clung to nearly everything. Not just the salt, but something else. Something a little more wild. Him. It seemed ever-present in the back of her mind, and Jael loved it. Thrived on it. Different than what she's sued to, and for the first time different is good. Different, here he is, making space for her. A little glimmer between the light of the fire and her opalescent gaze where it lands on his face.
Jael settles beside the fire, beside Gilgamesh. Watching him curiously, though the slurred speech told her all she needed to know. Lifting the bottle and taking a long drink for herself, it's bracing. Jael doesn't flinch. A little smile, a little flush on her features, she allows her attention to settle back on the raid king. They were in public, she wouldn't curl up by his side-- though she perhaps wish she'd been so bold. The openness of the beach leaves her a little shy to the physicality of things, though she took another long sip from the bottle. Alcohol would do well to dissolve that barrier, or so Jael hoped. At least it would scare off any chill that could come from the combination of breeze and sea, right?
She knows she's being watched, though some days Jael can't tell by who. Usually Gil-- directly or indirectly. The weight of it is comforting. Maybe it would be hard for her to admit, but it draws her in ever-closer. Safety. Security. Jael can rely on him. Just in case, because sometimes it seemed like trouble was trying to find her. Today had been quiet, at least. "I got a lot done. We'll be prepared for livestock soon." Her tail wagged at her haunches, fanning the fire just a bit. Jael was proud of herself. She knows they don't have any livestock yet, but maybe if she dropped enough hints... a girl could dream.
"What did you get up to?" It feels like you've been hidden away all day. Not like Jael had noticed. Nope, shhh, not at all. Another sip from her bottle, why did it have to taste so good? The Raider hooch was dangerous. Real premium shit. Oh no.
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