To say that Lillian's feet hurt would be an understatement. She'd never traveled like this before. The furthest she'd gone had been by boat, which hadn't required the use of her own leg power. And in the brothels she primarily wore soft comfortable slippers beneath her pretty dresses. Of course she'd had practical boots for her trips to the market and the like, but she'd never worn them for so long, or walked so far in them. She hadn't complained so far, just quietly rubbed down her aching feet before bed every night, using an herbal salve where the skin had been rubbed raw. She wondered how long it would take for her previously pampered feet to become used to such abuse.
For the most part she tried to distract herself with discussion; talking to those around her, pointing out things that she saw. So far today there had been no danger on the road. They had elected not to stop for lunch, instead eating on the road, and Lillie lamented the fact that she would not get a brief reprieve from the torturous pace they carried on.
She was alternating now between wondering just how much further they had to go and watching those around her. She'd fallen silent, mostly because she feared if she opened her mouth she might make some sort of strangled pained sound instead of speaking. It was warm with the sun blazing overhead and she'd gathered her hair up off her neck for some relief. Training her eyes on the ground ahead of her she tried to think of something other than her burning feet and the miles of distance stretched out before them.
Turning her head slightly she spotted Jill walking alongside her, her horse trailing after her and nosing at her often. It made no sense, Lillie thought, for the other woman to be walking when she had Salma. Surely she was not any more used to all this walking than Lillie, if she used her horse primarily to travel.
Gritting her teeth slightly she directed a small stream of healing magic towards her feet and then let out a tiny sigh of relief. At least they would be okay for a while longer now. Feeling slightly better she tilted her head slightly and addressed Jill. "Why is it that you walk? Wouldn't you rather be on your horse?"