Onwards

Jael seemed about to continue in her downward spiral when a familiar voice from the door had the smaller woman almost turning to stone in her embrace, Modesty looked to Gilgamesh with a deadpan expression on her face. “Darling, are you calling me fat?” She asked bluntly, blinking twice before the barest hint of a grin quirked at the corners of her lips, giving away her game. “After all, Jael takes up no space at all.” She tucked a little closer around the wolfdog to prove her point. Of course there was room, but was he brave enough to try and take it?

Even Modesty wasn't quite sure what game she was playing right now, but if it took Jael's mind off the chickens, and her spiral of self-doubt, then she supposed she could consider sharing. If only for so long as it served to amuse her too.

“Speech.”