Lillie was quiet in her thoughtfulness, and to be truthful, she was feeling a bit weary as well. The constant traveling was wearing on her a bit, and she hadn't really gotten a full night's sleep at all since they began. Often it was simply just that it was difficult to rest with nothing but a bedroll between her and the cold, hard ground. Other times it was simply talk that kept her up, or the wonderings of her own mind. "Not everyone takes to everything easily I suppose. The way some people are fighters and others cook magnificently. I suppose that riding a horse is a skill set of its own."
Lillie smiled when Jill said she trusted her, leaning her cheek briefly against the other woman's shoulder in a gesture of companionship. She didn't miss what Jill had almost said though, as she straightened up. She didn't think that what happened to Jill's friend had anything to do with how good of a friend she had been. It wouldn't have done any good for her to rush in to his rescue and get herself killed, after all. But she didn't say anything. It was a touchy subject with the other woman still, and Lillie knew she needed time to deal with things.
"Seven years is a long time," she murmured, looking thoughtful. "Were you usually alone on the road? Or... just with Salma, that is?" She chuckled softly. "I promise, next time my feet hurt I will tell you."