She's... friendly. More friendly than Jael expected. There's still fear, still anxiety coursing beneath the surface... but maybe things would be okay? She shifted her weight still a bit uncomfortable. On edge. Was she being lulled into a false sense of security. Her thoughts raced. Still, as Modesty speaks, Jael is left to wonder if the man of the house has told her at all. Fuck. It's not the little dog's place to say something.
Jael decides she's going to at least try to act... normal. Normal as she can. "Are you feeling better?" The question is gentle, conversational. This is the lady of the house, and she had been cooped up with limited social interaction. At the mention of the children, Jael gives a little giggle. "I can see how they'd be a lot." Following her run-in with Nimbus, Calliope, and Siduri... yeah maybe they were a little extra. Her tail twitched a bit too. "Did Calliope tell you about the snake?" Gil hadn't been thrilled, especially because they'd left it to him to sort out moving the carcass, but it was fine in the end. What didn't kill them made them stronger.
Modesty's question cements the idea that Gilgamesh hadn't said anything. She doesn't know what she expected. It makes sense that he wouldn't have, she was an interloper into their life. No, it's not her job to say something. Jael pulls the thoughts from her mind, bringing herself back to the conversation at hand. "I washed up right at the end of winter," she shook her head. It hadn't been long, but her arrival had been... more traumatic than necessary. The worst of Jael's wounds were still fading, blatant and visible where her coat hadn't grown back in yet. Near death experiences would leave their scars.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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