Trying to come back down to herself, Jael mulls over the words. They sink in and settle, taking root beneath the surface. The very thought of sacrifice leaves her knees feeling week. Trying to fight past the nausea of the whole thing.
Modesty have a little half shake, and Jael mirrors it. One of her own. Grasping at straws in her own way, trying to self-soothe. Something about her was deeply unnerving, but Jael can't quite figure out what. Though the calm she spread over them was enough to lull Jael into some semblance of security, false as it could have been. She's easily plied with praise, however unfortunate that may be. Carefully climbing down from the lifeguard stand, Jael could at least... she could at least be polite. She could explain herself to the lady of the house, at least... when it came to this.
Maybe not so much the other thing, though Jael wouldn't even try unprovoked.
Right, trying to keep her eyes off the carnage at the edge of the pool, Jael moved to what would have been the shallow end. "Here, I can show you." Her voice echoed off the concrete walls, eerie. This would be the space for rabbits, later. Jael had constructed two large platforms to connect the shallow and deep end, their purpose twofold-- they made for two large, but passable steps and they'd be great for any plants that needed to be grown in partial sun. Jael waited for Modesty on the upper platform, wondering if she'd consider climbing down.
"There's a double door, so nothing lives in this first bit." Jael explained, gesturing to the first gate with her muzzle. "The idea is, both doors are never open at the same time. So you always have the space to turn around and shoo the birds back in." She's looking to Modesty for approval, hopeful this time. Though the gore behind her hadn't faded from her mind, and neither had the fear... why do both feelings exist at once? What the fuck.
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