drowning behind a glass wall

It was the second raid in a row that they'd come at her, trying to well and truly do harm.  She's also not used to being out without Modesty, without Gilgamesh.  Being sent to go with the younger parts of the roster, helping herd and support them... it was supposed to be fine.  It was supposed to be alright.  What the pet had only now come to realize?  Separation anxiety was a bitch.  Raid outcome be damned, Jael's feelings on return are near single minded.  

Quick to return to their home, to her own bed, Jael would be far happier with Modesty tending her wounds once she was settled with the rest of the pack.  Sakana had bigger fish to fry.  Exhaustion gripping her to the bones, Jael is quick to stumble through the door of their treehouse upon their return.  

“Speech.”