Jael was dully aware that Modesty had told the children to seek her out for practice fighting. She didn't mind all that much-- it would help her get better too. That didn't do anything to soothe the particularly pointy nature of puppy teeth, something Jael is perhaps not the biggest fan of. Jael couldn't pretend she wasn't relieved that Tarnish didn't want to spar in the given moment. "Another time, sure. I'm usually out back, by the pools." A gentle smile, too. She liked kids. He was eager.
A chuckle as the boy sets to working, cracking bones and mushing brains. Though she's familiar with the process, she can't say she's a huge fan of the visceral nature. It's the same brutality she knows Modesty is capable of, that she fears from Gilgamesh too. Though it's different than her own, Jael understands it. She recognizes it. The boy is young. He'll learn in time.
Gruesome as it is, she's happy to help. Carefully helping spread the mixture out, coating the hide with even strokes. Contemplative. It didn't surprise her that this was the boy's favorite part. Maybe it was satisfying, in a certain light? Jael's thoughts were busy as ever, as she helped Tarnish with the preservation process. Making sure that everything would soak evenly, rather than pooling in spots. A keen eye for detail on the wolfdog, at least she had that going for her.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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