Wow that was hostile. Not that Roran had expected much more than that, but perhaps she had hoped for a warmer welcome. Though, in retrospect of the situation, she couldn't honestly blame the woman. When she said the word 'jailor', Roran suddenly felt very bad. She hadn't wanted to come across as someone's keeper, she was simply following orders.
Shaking her head lightly, she brushed the fact that she didn't get a name in response aside. This woman may not have wanted to be nice right now, but that didn't mean Roran had to be nasty too. She'd played the patience game for far too long to let short comments get to her.
"Thank you," she said simply, still giving her a friendly grin. "For helping earlier. I've never fought beside a..." she paused for a moment, though she wasn't quite sure why. It's not like 'mage' was a curse word or anything. It just felt foreign for her to be saying thank you to her for being one. "Well someone with your skills," she said, deciding that was a better way to put it.
After voicing her appreciation, she turned to face out to the courtyard, resting her arms on her knees and staring intently at her hands. It had suddenly struck her again that this woman was a mage. She didn't have to proper training to deal with her if she decided to try and get free, so she just had to put her faith in this strange woman that she wouldn't try and pull something. Despite her beliefs, Roran was never really one for blind faith. But perhaps, this first gift of trust was what this woman needed.
Looking back to the mage beside her, Roran tilted her head to the side a bit, her brow furrowed in question. "Would you like to wash up? Or get some food perhaps?" she asked. She was sure that the Templars wouldn't agree with her making such an offer to this woman, but it was the only way Roran could show her that she trusted her without coming straight out and saying it. And despite Roran's fear of mages, she did trust her.