Lillie smiled at Jill's words. She, too, could recall purchasing roasted chestnuts when the weather was cold in Denerim. They always smelled so lovely, filling Lillie with the urge to run and buy a bag of them the second she entered the snowy market square. Of course, they didn't have those in Rivain, but they didn't have snow either. It had been a long time since she'd had those. Perhaps next winter's time, if they made it through all of this alive and she didn't end up locked away in some tower.
She nodded at Jill saying that she had never sent nor received a letter. That was certainly more common among the average people. Most couldn't write, or if they could, not well. Lillie herself wouldn't know if not for the generosity of her old employer and the teachings of friends who had once been better off. She didn't think knowing to write set one person above others. She just believed it was handy and nice to be able to exchange such things far distances. For a time her letters had been all that had kept her from despairing; alone in a foreign land without friends.
Jill's words made Lillie feel sad though, and she knew that the other woman was thinking of the friends she lost recently. She'd been about to say something, when all the sudden the horse decided to start running. Wholly unprepared Lillie almost fell off. Instead she clutched onto Jill tightly, a little yelp of fear slipping out of her as she pressed her eyes tightly shut. Jill wasn't going to let her go flying off and get trampled, of course she knew that. But still, she was more than a bit scared.