Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

She ached. Her back, her chest, all of it. The adrenaline had worn off. They’d be home soon, not that she knew what she’d be up to when she got there. She sticks to Sid, holding onto the child when she needs it. Half holding her up, half carrying her, it was a long walk under the best circumstances. They trudged on.

Arriving back home, Sakana was quick to triage as they settled to Gil’s call. Though a part of her wants to be nearer to him, Jael is unwilling to relinquish the child. Quick to hold the pup between her paws, wanting to fuss but knowing that it may just make Sid feel worse. Instead she sits quietly, combing through the tangles in the child’s coat that are far enough from her injuries to not disturb them, gaze anxiously flickering between Modesty and Gilgamesh.