You can reply again. I figure we can go Gabe/Ykesha/Enkeil.
Gabriel had been watching the peculiar woman intensely, as well as his nephew’s actions. Despite the boy’s lack of actual experience, he was behaving with a cool head and almost indifference that suited healers. There was very little romanticism in the jackal. This suited Gabriel just find—the more level-headed members Inferni had, the better. His lips pursed as the woman woke with a start, trying to awkwardly cover her figure as if her fur could not do so adequately enough.
He was surprised to see that the pale woman’s eyes were purely white, much as Cwmfen’s had been. It made him wonder if the two were related, but he doubted it—Cwmfen had been black and their scents were unfamiliar. Enkiel gave the woman water and moved to give her some space, and she finally spoke. Her voice was harsh. Gabriel shook his head slightly. “No need to apologize,” he offered. “You’re just lucky Enkiel here found you.”
She would have died without him, that much Gabriel believed. “What happened?”
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