Shifting on her side, pulling close to Modesty's neck. It's the only semblance of comfort, the only shelter from the storm that grips her head. Her chest. At war with the grief as it reaches in and clutches her heart, bare-handed. Jael can only whimper as she presses ever-closer to Modesty. Close isn't close enough. Each needs the other right now.
Possessive. Modesty's weight over her, shifting atop her. She doesn't balk to it, wrapping ever-closer to the woman. Whimpering from the pain in her chest, as it eclipses any injuries from the raid. Breaking, where she slumps against Modesty. Jael's voice is small, shaking, when she finally speaks. "I... I need to go get him. They don't get to decide what happens to his body, or be the last ones to touch him." Her tone is fierce, bitter, the words punctuated by a sob.
Hurt, grief, pain-- all of it welled up inside the dog. Clinging to Modesty like she's all Jael has left... because she is. It's just the two of them now. Gaze wide, watery, pleading, she looks up at Modesty. Everything hurts.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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