Staying still, doing less... it's never been her style, but Jael relents. Her gaze still wide on Modesty, quick to curl up against her side as she cuddles close. Perhaps the usual filter, the usual hesitancy to accept affection has faded. A side effect of the medication or the head injury, the world may never know.
"Just... make sure there's someone to keep up with the rabbits?" It was maybe the dirtiest work she did, as well as the most strenuous. Turning and replacing the soil, making sure that they were keeping track of the compost-- right. Jael's gaze fell on Gil as he dragged himself up the beach, finally able to relax. The little dog going slack as her head drops against Modesty's shoulder.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
