book 7: normalcy

More fragile than Jael would admit to being, but still, her head is on a swivel. An undercurrent of paranoia that's only truly settled when she's by his side. Jael wouldn't bring attention to it, that's too dangerous. Everything about them has been dangerous from the start, but they don't need to dwell on it. Little dog in a world that was perhaps not meant for her. Meant for her or not, Jael has managed to grab hold of it well enough.

A little shudder at the thought, they'd get more than they bargained for out here. Her mind moving too quickly, though she latches onto the question instead. "Not yet, this is the first time," a light in her opalescent gaze, caught from the sun and distilled. Though it seemed like she was taking two steps of her own to keep up with Gil's, she doesn't falter.

Not until she hears the snap of a twig in the underbrush to their left. It's the only warning they get before the jaguar slinks from the shadows and jumps the little dog, and it's warning too late. More than what she was looking for had come to play.

“Speech.”