Jill being Jill, she thought about this first before answering. While she might answer many things thoughtlessly and too quickly, some she actually paused long enough to ponder deeply. (Most usually she managed to somehow pick the ones that was bound to irritate the people around her the most too...) "Well, I think she was foreign, so maybe you're right... It wasn't that she was nervous or anything around Salma...she just didn't take to riding, if I recall correctly." It was evident in Jill's voice that 'not taking to riding' was something unthinkable in her world.
Jill did notice when Lillie clutched her waist tighter, it was hard not to notice when they sat squashed together like they did. She was about to say something nonsensical about it all, when she heard Lillie's comment and fell quiet. In a way, she already knew that the other woman trusted her, it was impossible not to be affected by the steady warmth of her friendship. At the same time, it made Jill frown, her eyebrows drawing together in thought. Things hadn't turned out great for the last person she had considered her friend, and although this situation was nothing like that one, it still gave her pause. "And I trust you..." she said slowly, illogically afraid that now that she had said it aloud, Lillie would get killed in an ambush. "I'll try to be a better friend to you then I was to..." Clearing her throat, she changed the subject, turning to the one at hand that was easier to converse about. "I've been on the road for seven years," she answered, sadness at once turning into gaiety again. "But I've always been riding so my feet have never been sore really." And then "You should have told me!" Jill threw over her shoulder, smiling almost cheekily. "The next time your feet hurt, just tell me and you can ride on Salma."
Turning her head this way and that, Jill looked around her, some of her curiosity seeping away when she realised that the scenery around them had changed little, but still curious enough to keep looking. She had taken to her profession because of her love of an ever-going road, and a little repetitiveness in it was not going to stop her from looking around.