Though the days had grown warmer, the afternoons brought the chill back to their bones. If she had to guess, the stiffness and aches that came with the cold would linger. Another reminder. Jael understands that she's earned them all. The scars, the aches, the pains... they're all reminders that she's real, she's alive, she's made it this far. The girl would cling to that as best she could. Cling to that for all she's worth. Maybe that was dramatic. It does lead her to be among the first to realize when the fire pits need to be lit. If she had the time to notice it, she had the time to do something about it.
She'd just been pulling in the last of the wood for the fires when she heard... well. Some sort of commotion. It's far enough away that she can't quite hear what or who is involved, but it sounded... not so good. Really not so good. There was a sort it out amongst yourselves mentality about them that Jael really preferred. Scuffles between members are their own business, don't let it interfere with pack business, don't be a shit. At least, that's how she'd been interpreting it. Not that anyone much within the pack had caused her any trouble (maybe aside from Sid's unsettling interest in her teeth.)
In the interest of steering clear of whatever the scuffle outside happened to be, Jael began to move toward Gilgamesh's room with a bundle of extra wood and fire starter. Not used to being likeable, she defaults to being useful.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
