To market, to market

The hustle of the market stalls is... unnerving. It's hard not to be jumpy in an environment like this. At least there are so many differences among them that she's hardly the biggest spectacle. With the proximity of the cattle dogs, it's the most ordinary she's felt since arriving. That's a comfort. A sheepish smile to Modesty as she hovers near the woman's shoulder, nodding softly. It had been a long walk, and she wouldn't complain but... yes. Food. Lightly wagging her tail, the wolfdog is cut off by a child's voice before she can answer.

Precarious beating of his tail and-- wings? Another one? Without a second thought, Jael ducked between Modesty's forelegs, peering out from beneath her to watch the boy. Nervous. The wings first and then the markings through his eye. The same as the man that had threatened to kill her not so many weeks ago. Swallowing hard, eyes going wide. Nervous. Far more nervous than she was a moment ago. Unable to even find the words to answer the boy, Jael's opalescent gaze goes to Modesty instead. Yeah, he was just a kid, but Jael has seen the damage just a kid can do. Cal especially, and the boy in front of her is every bit as big. Trying not to look outwardly afraid of a kid, Jael nervously tucks against her guardian.

“Speech.”