Jael only relaxes when she's back, hovering by Gil's side. Closer than maybe she would have liked to bring attention to in public, but the very act of standing on the beach left her... worried. Maybe not outright fearful, but certainly not having a good time. Her stomach in knots, as much as she'd fight to conceal it. Jael's gaze was drawn sharply to Flurry as she spoke, though. Squinting for a long moment at the girl. "In what world are crocodiles prey?" Unsure she'd be willing to accept much of the girl's further insights, at that rate.
"I like the beach as a means to an end." The words come with a nod. As long as they can get off the beach and go back home sooner rather than later, she'd be fine. They could have the beach. Jael looked over her shoulder once more, weight shifting over her paws. Gaze flickering across the group that had gathered, it seemed that Gil's own daughter would be the most resistant. Still, she was outnumbered, and it seemed Gil's plan held water well enough.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
