Jael has been in this room, it shouldn't feel so strange. Tending the fires, making the beds, tidying up, making sure everything was as close to just so as she could-- trying to be responsible. Trying to stay busy. As long as she's useful, then her faults can be forgiven. That's how it works, right? That's how it works in Jael's mind. It was this morning that she'd swept and stoked the fire, refilled the wood bins, straightened the bed out. And still, entering the room, tucked close to Modesty, the air is different.
With the little invitation given, Jael is quick to slip up onto the bed. Circling once, twice, then curling up with her side pressed to Modesty's. The difference in size between the two marked, but she feels safe. Modesty is formidable, and she represents something that Jael doesn't know how to explain. Like she has it together, and the world rests in her hands. It's not envy in the eyes of the little dog, but it's reverence.
She nods, accepting the tea gratefully. "My silly idea caused so much trouble, and for what?" The words are shaky, her tone apologetic. Soft, with her cheek pressed against Modesty's shoulder. Sad and guilty and anxious, she clings to the raid queen all the same.
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