There was too many things to comment on, too many possible questions and queries. Why was she tracking the Dalish, why were they hard to get a hold off, how could she be tracking anything perched in a tree
"I survived, you survived, yes that seems a good record," Jill agreed, a hint of darkness entering her eyes and her voice. She was alive - and glad for it, truly - but it discussions like this one always reminded her of how close a call it had been and of the ones who had not made it. It was enough to wipe the cheerful farm girl away from her face, and in it's place leave someone older and more bitter.
"Too bad kind strangers can't save you from everything," she muttered, not aware she had said it out loud until she heard the sound.