Lillie tried to imagine what it might be like to have a grandfather like that. To have someone in her family that she might have held in that high of a regard. But truth be told, the only family member she held any love for was her long-dead mother, and the woman was little more than a faded memory to Lillie now. She'd been younger when she died than Lillie was now, and she'd been so long without her she'd long ago learned to have a different kind of family.
At Jill's question Lillie smiled wryly. How many times had she wished for those 'complications' to be gone. How many times she'd wished to be a normal woman and not to have magic. But now she knew how it had shaped her, how each and every choice had brought her to this place. Still, she could not deny the truth of her answer. "Yes, of course. In a moment." If only things could be that simple.
She laughed at the idea of her as royalty. After all, Lillie had probably been born in the lowest place possible. It was strange to think of herself as royalty of any sort. Though perhaps she could fake it if necessary. Playing pretend was also something that whores very often needed to do.
But Lillie was pulled from these thoughts by Jill's stuttering answer and then explanation that followed. She seemed to be about to say something about what this Garrett was, and then thought better of it and gave another answer. Lillie wondered over that for a moment. "He's a wilder? Like... a chasind?" Her eyes went big. "And you just stumbled upon one another like that?" She smiled. "How often do you get to see him... your special friend from the wilds?" She laughed. "And just how often do you even go to the wilds? Or are you just out there hunting for the proper sort of man?" She grinned, then frowned. "But why doesn't Salma like him?"