When the world swims into focus around her, the first thing she finds is Modesty. Nudged awake by the woman, a bottle beside her face. Bringing Jael back around, the wolfdog eventually comes to. A whimper catches in her throat. Greeted by the pain first, Modesty second, and the booze third-- Jael's eyes flicker open. They're wide, they come with a whimper. Everything stings, everything burns, and it feels like there's sand in her mouth.
Head lifting just enough, she takes a long sip from the bottle. Another. Another. The warmth spreads through her system, but Jael can feel the tattered skin as it moves. Reaching for Modesty, she tries to curl closer, only to be greeted by still more pain blooming across her side. Flinching, her head rests back in the sand. "Are they still going?" It's a question that comes quietly, meekly. Jael is worried, it's plain on her face.
Gritting her teeth as she inches toward Modesty, but still puddled in the sand and bleeding. Everything hurts.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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