Exhaustion and overwhelm wrap Jael's system. Heart pounding in her chest, head spinning. The ground beneath her feet begins to waver, and she's woozy. With too many thoughts in her head and too many feelings in her chest, Jael can feel herself shutting down. Stumbling, scrambling backwards from her target. Disengaging after receiving her pound of flesh, doing little more than spitting at the woman as she does.
Hind leg reminding her that she wasn't entirely whole yet, visibly limping, every muscle on fire, Jael moves back towards home. She needs them, both and badly. A whimper bubbling in her throat, the Raider limps back. Adrenaline wearing off, it's only now that Jael realizes just how poorly off she is.
-- exit Jael
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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