Jill was still pending between anger at Conlan's blatent attempt to get himself killed, and confused frustration about her own failed heroic plans. Of course she didn't really want to kill anyone, but then darkspawn were hardly people, indeed they probably deserved to die. Wiping a hand tiredly over her face, she looked around at the activity around her. She felt she ought to do her part, find some task that she could help out with, but her feet refused to budge. Salma seemed to sense her inability to move and butted her head against Jill's stomach, making the redhead raise her eyes and look at the horse with raised eyebrows. "I don't think you get to remprimand me for that," she told it a trifle distractedly. "You were the one all scared of the smell a moment ago..."
Looking around again her eyes fell on the blonde girl they had saved from a tree, sitting down nearby and braiding her hair. Studying her a moment Jill again came to the conclusion that she had to be an elf, the slenderness of her figure betrayed her. Inching slowly closer, trying to seem casual and spontaneous about it, although there was a huge red horse following behind her like a trained puppet, Jill ended up closer to the blonde. "Sure you're all right?" she asked, slightly hesitant just to start questioning the young woman. Usually she had no such qualms, but when it came to elves she was a bit more wary - there had been instances when they didn't want to talk to her at all, and she didn't want to appear too forthright.