A weak smile, trying to bite back the anxiety that welled up in her chest. She hadn't seen enough to know for sure, but in the chaos it seemed like they were getting their pound of flesh.
Nodding, allowing it to go on-- it wasn't going to get any easier. Jael's mind still spinning, moving too quickly for her own good, near nauseous from it. Modesty's voice pulls her down to the ground at least a bit, taking a shaky breath. "What they want isn't here anymore, there's some market pigeons 'n decoy hares in the pool." The words are grumbled, she's trying to grit her teeth. Trying to stay distracted. Trying to stay grounded to Modesty.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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