Jack glanced over at her wards, the strange boy and Elijah, who she was supposed to be on good terms with, and yet always felt as though she was not. The boy had even offered to be "friends" though had done nothing to uphold the title, and Jack thought that in a few ways, this was just as well. She did not need another obligation. Still, it irked her that everyone was so fine with offering to be there for her, but when it came time to do so, they retracted their duties..
No, she was used to people leaning on her- once metaphorically, but now increasingly more literally- and she would have to learn to forget that was not all people did, that occasionally, they offered their support. Best to pretend it did not happen so she would not feel as though she was missing out. She sighed, standing next to him and crossing her arms.
He "thanked" her, though if he were truly grateful he would not be using her full name. There was being playful and there was being rude. Jack did not care who you were; if you used her real, first name, she felt that you were the later. It was bad enough to have blood connections to her parents, but to bare the pretentious name they had given her was worse in her eyes. That was why she had people call herself Jack. That was why she did not appreciate Elijah's words.
"You can start by calling me by my name that I prefer," she said, a bit dryly, a slight edge in her voice. Perhaps she was just cranky her solitude was broken, but she did not feel about being sensitive right now either. "You can also start by telling me what the hell is going on." She glanced around, saying, "Hello? Anyone?" What did you have to do to get a Healer around here?
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