Jillian’s lips thinned. “The illness, it seems, was confined to only get help for those directly involved.” Okay, she was totally pulling that out of her arse, but it sounded better then, ‘yes, they got just as sick as everyone else with nothing I could do’. However, she was ready for the others, the other accusations, questions. Giving a small smirk, her head tilted down slightly and she leaned a smidge forward. “I can offer it against other things. My reaches are greater then many would know.” In fact, many more that would know, and that was one of her greater strengths, she was discrete.
She watched as the woman took a sip of her drink, eyes following, before giving her a flat look. “You do not think I wouldn’t have done my homework? I know exactly who you work for, though I am pleased to hear your lack of trust.” At that Jillian pulled out her wand and tightened the privacy charms around the table. “Protection, an exchange of information in return- what you need to know, you will know. And you will, of course,” as she continued her hand reached to her side, away from the once privy eyes of the barmaid, to put up a pouch. “Be paid.”
Jillian sat back, “I am a woman of my word Ms Lewis.”