Ravensblood Forest the bigger they are, the harder they fall

Hmm? went her mind when the holler of her name broke the morning's hush. How she had passed by without catching sight of Pied was uncertain, but Jinx was happy to see her now—at least, compared to weeks prior. Much of her ire had faded from then, though she would hesitate to ever say they were friends. The sound of Pied's voice relieved her, though, because somewhere inside her, she had worried. She had worried that Pied might die from her traumatic experience with the blackfish. Perhaps it wasn't prudent to say it, but Jinx most likely extended this concern to Pied less on personal matters and more on religious ones.

After all, Pied had revealed a few things of interest: first, she saw the spirits of the dead. Second, Atka had come to her in a dream and given Her decree that Pied's children would be born blessed, or something to that effect. Third, she had, albeit in not so many words, agreed with Akhlut's scarcity... Which caused Jinx to wonder why she was still there.

"Yesss?" she hummed, her voice soft and devoid of its usual distaste and suspicion. It wasn't congruous for her, a lurker on the border, to enquire anything of Pied, but she did nonetheless. It was less a jab, and more that the dappled female had shaken her resolve by calling to her... And, if she was honest, Jinx was beginning to forget why she had come in the first place. But, as if to lessen this intrusion into protocol, she added with a small smile, "I am glad you are recovering."