book 7: normalcy

Gaze long, intent on the island inward. Thick jungle plants carpeted the landscape before her, and she could only wonder how long it would take to truly get a grasp on the island. Jael wouldn't know until she actually gave it a shot, but it was daunting all the same. It's going to be worth it.

It's not long after departing that he catches up to her, Jael's step nearly hitching in place as she turns. His tone is soft, enough to make her heart catch in her chest for a split second. Gaze moving to his face with the barest hint of a smile, something hopeful here too. He was... offering.

"Please," tone gracious, a wag of her tail. Looking up at him from where she stands, in earnest. "I'm starting to survey the islands for feral stock." Jael gives her light explanation, weight shifting over her paws. Trying not to look like she's on high alert-- unwilling to look any time spent with Gilgamesh in the mouth.

“Speech.”