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*It's going to be a cloudy day, the sky a drab, overcast grey. The early morning chill is still making its presence felt, to the group's discomfort. Luckily, it hasn't rained, so the going is still relatively easy.*

*Jason is walking a ways in front of Elizabeth and Khemrys. Yrael rides on Jason's shoulders to both keep the chill wind off Jason's neck and to help himself stay balanced as he rides in varying degrees of waking and sleeping.*

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Jason's expression darkens.

"I'm not going to play along that she's beneath everyone else. If you had seen the looks she was getting in there, you'd agree with me."

Stubborn little wolf, isn't he.
Besides, he's not sure he could pull off looking at her that way.

What are you willing to do to keep her safe?

*Yrael's white tail flicks from side to side.* Say she is one of your assistants in your business, Cat Merchant. You need not even insinuate, but their minds will fill in the blank that she is a woman working because she cannot get a husband. Let their stupid assumptions work for us and our safe passage.

*One might say that Yrael has done this sort of thing a time or two.*

Jason would grin at Yrael finding out about his 'business', however...

"Ok. That should keep the locals happy."

He on the other hand looks decidedly 'not'. He considers asking Yrael's advice, since the not'cat does have good solutions. He waits, walking in silence while his head tries to sort itself out.

*There is a silence of about this...*

Made you look!

*...long.*

You pity her for what she has been through, and feel the urge to protect her. You wish to make her feel worthy, as for so long she has been told she is not. What's more, you want to make those who called her unworthy see how worthy she is.

*And still, that is not all. Yrael is not going to do all of Jason's work for him.*

Jason listens to Yrael, feeling as if the Bright Shiner knew what was in his head and was trying to help him come to terms...

Or it could just be his own overactive imagination.

"That's part of it," he agrees softly. He sighs, musing partly to himself and partly to Yrael.
"I'm trying so hard not to. But when we're alone...and last night..."

He shakes his head. "I need to stop."

*Yrael bumps his head under Jason's chin.* Need to stop talking or stop thinking? I think you have already got one covered.

Both speech and thought are needed, Jason, if you wish to eventually sort things out and get some decent sleep. Just thought does not seem to be doing you much good.

Jason huffs a small laugh.

"No, at the moment it doesn't seem to be, and action is doing even less."

He needs to stop thinking about her the way he is, just like he needs to stop checking the air for her scent so he doesn't have to look back. It was fun at first, but over the months it's been becoming more and more serious, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

"Will you help, Yrael? If you see me...anywhere alone with her, just...distract me or something." He smirks. "One of the few times I think I'll offer my head as a perch to you."

*There is now a (smug) not'cat on Jason's head.*

Advance pay.

I shall help, my friend.

Jason can't help but smirk as his eyes roll up to Yrael.

"Thanks, you're a real pal."

There is the usual trace of sarcasm, but under it all is a note of relief.
Now all he has to do his keep himself under control.