Onwards

Modesty comes closer, more tightly encircling the girl. Jael is grateful for whatever had been added to the tea, whatever helped keep her nerves from truly taking over now. Head spinning, but that's to be expected. The little smile on the edge of Modesty's lips doesn't escape her notice though, and that... was a good sign? That had to be a good sign. The same Modesty who had been so supportive and gentle, who had taken such good care of her while she was sad-- this had to be a good thing. Though she's still nervous, Jael tucks close to Modesty in return.

She doesn't feel quite like she can pull her gaze from Modesty's, not yet. Muzzle pressed against the woman's for a moment. A heartbeat. Appeasement, hope-- fuck Jael can hope. Overwhelmed, but she shifted her forelegs closer to Modesty's. Anchoring herself against the woman. Anxious, yes, but she's been allowed to seek comfort in both of them.

The bed shifting beneath them as Gilgamesh joins them as well. Warmth, closeness... though she doesn't let herself relax yet. Gaze darting to Gil for only a moment, and then back to Modesty. A silent plea. Snuggling just a little closer to the woman's chest, Jael is trying not to hold her breath. Despite the tension, it's the closest the pet has come to quieted in a long time.

“Speech.”