Momentarily sidetracked, Jill was making a list of all the men she had punched, kicked or wrestled in her days, finding that the amount was surprisingly large. Many noble sons, but that was almost a given, she had heard similar stories from female soldiers, of when nobles wanted to 'rusticate'. It was no use trying it on her though. Then there was Evan, and that odious neighbouring friend of her brother, and then some of the soldiers at Highever. With a shake of her head she finished the list and then dismissed them again. Men were so unpredictable sometimes, and since she didn't think about her looks much or even consider herself pretty, she saw little rhyme or reason for them to behave in such a way.
Glancing ahead, she saw that the caravan of people was getting closer, which made her a little sad, because having Lillie for herself was almost an luxury. She wasn't used to being in a group, and it was nice to get time face to face...well, face to back really. "I hope so," Jill agreed. "My grandfather always said that it's better to do something, than nothing at all." Trying again, equally unsuccessfully to picture herself as a queen, she laughed with Lillie, a trifle bashful. "I would be a horrible queen," she said. "I've seen queen Anora, and she knows what she's doing. I would be awful at it. I'm not sure I would care for a prince either," she continued, not realising that Lillie was using the term figuratively. "I'd like a man who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Someone who isn't all polite and polished and don't expect me to wear a dress and sit around looking pretty all day long," her voice went slightly dreamy at the end, as if she was talking about someone in particular, but when she noticed, she coughed and went silent. Agreeing that she would like to meet someone was a huge concession in itself, but such was the comfortable atmosphere of their discussion, that it slipped out without Jill thinking much about it.