Biting her lip, Jill listened to Lillie's soft explanation. It made her incredibly sad that there were people in the world who were so unused to kindness that they hardly knew it. Suddenly she was very glad that her father had decided to help the little elf boy, because at least they had done something. Maybe he had gone on to live a better life, and even if he hadn't at least he had known a measure of kindness and had left with darned clothing and a warmer tunic. The story of the ruined wedding made Jill angry though, her character not really a sentimental one, but rather made for action.
"That is horrible!" she cried, Salma turning her head to glance at her when she raised her voice so suddenly. "Makes me glad I kneed the son of a noble in the groin once!" It had gotten her into no end of trouble at the time, and she hadn't really been glad at all, she had been cursing herself. But now, thinking of the actions of other noble sons, she suddenly found herself quite satisfied. Maybe he would never accost any innocent looking females again at least.
When Lille laid her head against Jill's shoulder, the readhead really wished she could so something to make it better. She knew she couldn't and she had never been good with comforting people. She hated to see someone sad though, and this time was no different from any other. She made a try. "Hey, Lillie, don't be sad," she said softly. She didn't reach many other parts of the woman behind her, and therefore patted her hand. "At least now you've told me, and if I ever get the chance I will do what I can for the elves. It's not as if I'm going to become the queen of Ferelden, but it has to start somewhere, don't you say?" Imagining herself as the queen of Ferelden brought a perplexed frown to Jill's face, before she giggled softly. She had trouble wearing a dress even for an hour, and to have to look nice all the time? No, she'd rather be plain old Jill Sorrel and do what she could anyway.