Modesty is doing her best to distract Jael, something the little dog can be thankful for. As long as she can focus, as long as she can set her too-busy mind down a path... even if the path is rocky. Jael is trying not to think too hard about Gilgamesh, either. Though the stitching shut of her wounds hurts in ways she can't imagine, it's all she can do to grit her teeth and seek comfort in Modesty.
The question of pigeons brings the swimming in her head down a notch, a little whimper in Jael's throat as she tries to focus. "Most come back, t-they can--" she hiccups, reaches for the bottle once more. Trying to focus on her breathing, trying not to let the pain in her side get the best of her. Trembling as Modesty works... she's braver than this. Right?
"They can be trained, messengers 'n light deliveries. I can... can select for intelligent ones... for scouting. It'll take time," watery, somewhat tearful gaze as she looks to Modesty. The rawness of the wounds and her own emotions as she trembles against the sand, against the woman. Coming away with won fights, but the cost is written all over the pet.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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