Salma had gone for the apple again, and Jill had swatted her away. She was smiling, enjoying being around her horse friend, and not bothering about the many other things that burdened her. In a way, this moment was more like her life back at her father's farm, when she had found time to only lazy about and play with the horses. As such, it was pretty close to a perfect moment - or as perfect as one could get when your best friend was dead and the man you served a cold-hearted bastard with little regard for human life. The peace was shattered though, by a young voice and when she turned her head a pair of bare feet had appeared beside her. Following the feet up to the corresponding body, Jill realised that it was Cormac's young dwarf-friend who had come over. That made her quite willing to be nice to the girl, for his sake. The words she said though, made any pretence at nicety null.
Raising herself up so that she was leaning on her elbows on the grass, she regarded the dwarf girl a moment. But it was no use, anyone or anything that called her horse an 'it' was bound to see just how bad her temper could be. "She's a 'she' not an 'it'," Jill said heatedly, quite too incensed at this perceived slight against her horse to think through the likely reasons for Falina's reaction. "And her name is Salma!" There was quiet for a moment before Jill realised she hadn't actually answered the question. Grudgingly, she did so. "And sometimes I do. She's used to being loose though."
At the mention of her name Salma lifted her head from her grassy dinner and looked around her, before going back to grazing.