Jill liked that she could make him laugh, even a little. Just like with ser Ordhan, it felt like a small victory to force a smile, or a chuckle out of him. She didn't mind seriousness, but she liked to see people smiling and happy. Realising that only moments ago she had been shouting at Conlan, Jill frowned and hearing the rustle of clothing she turned back to him. "You must have other skills than handling swords?" she asked, meeting his gaze.
"I just want to be useful," she replied earnestly, feeling somewhat childish owning up to the truth, but choosing honesty as she usually did. Stepping up to him impulsively, Jill reached a hand out and placed it on his arm earnestly. Looking up into his face, she smiled hesitantly, not sure that a smile would lighten the action. "Please don't try to get killed next time," she said in a low voice. "Even because of a strategic perspective."