book 5: wounds

Gil still receives her warmly. Through it all, Jael has that to rely on. Warming her chest more than it should, a light smile playing up on her lips. Right, she needs to behave. This isn't the time. This isn't the place. Lingering on her mind until she returns to him, until she gets down to work.

His teeth. Her heart pounding in her chest. No, Jael can't be afraid of him too. Never has she been more afraid to be cast out, given the circumstances. Relying on the fact that Gil had still taken to her as kindly... though her thoughts raced. Mostly thoughts of him, though. Even if he would cast her out, at least let her tend to this first. No-- he's not aggressive anymore. It fades as quickly as it came on. Could she blame a man in pain?

Touch as tender as she could make it, guiding the needle through the wound. He coughs. She pauses, a tender hand over his for the moment. Stillness, while he's in motion. Worrying. "She--" the wound is deep. Jael handles it as best she can. No one else could see him like this. Was that an edge of possessiveness... a small club to witness him at-- was this his worst? Modesty first, then Jael. Her head spun. "It's because of me," the words are whispered, unable to look at him. A question? Maybe. An inference. She focused only on the wound, touch ever tender as she continued to stitch it closed.