book 4: drinks for two

Hiccupping, hot under the collar. Warm, and cold all at once. Her head tosses, rolling on her side for just a moment. A heartbeat. "Y-you're sure you can trust him though," she just... checks in. Yeah, food for thought. Another hiccup around the start of her words, Jael grinning. If he was talking to her about one of his trusted confidants, what did that make her? That's maybe the one code she can't crack.

Move rooms? Jael keeps her gaze trained up on him, really leaning into the wide, puppy dog gaze. Doe eyed. Her heart beat in her chest, nervous. "I-in with you?" Hopeful, gaze bright. That's what she's gotten from what Gil has to say, at least. Tail wagging hopefully behind her, peering up at him with a bright, soft gaze. A brilliant little smile to match his, her heart warm. Boozy, she shivers once more against the harsh ocean breeze. Giggly and warm and very, very drunk. At this point, his answer is unlikely to matter. Jael hasn't been quite this intoxicated before, she probably won't remember in the morning.