Jill’s thin brow rose in question, a part of her was annoyed that this girl was questioning, she had no room to do so. Nott had abandoned her, and the rest of his lackeys- if she wasn’t careful the Auror’s would find her, with no protection she could easily be swooped up. “That I am a woman of my word?” She asked quietly, her voice a thin thread of annoyance though she easily reeled it in.
“At this point, I have no proof to you. The pouch is yours to keep…however-" Jill gave Emelie a long hard look, before leaning back slightly, one hand moving to rest precariously on the table, her nails tapping precariously. “There is something- “ she paused, biting her lip slightly, eyes squinting a fraction in thought, as if studying.
“I understand there are concerns- shifting alliances could cause a rift, yes?” She asked, eyes flashing with question, “perhaps, you can do a… trail run?” Jill continued, lifting her chin slightly. “If- for instance, Nott were to discover, it could both prove my own protection to you- and be spun to look better for him.”