It was good to know that Ordhan maintained contact with his brother at least, and his admittance that he didn't write well was unsurprising. Lillie herself had grown up unable to write or read. It was something she'd learned more recently. Some of the clients at the Pearl moved among wealthier circles, and the mistress made a point of being able to read and write, and attempting to educate all her girls in the basics. She had no sibling to write to though, and could not imagine being so far away from one she loved. Not that the list of those she did was all that long.
Blinking out of her thoughts she furrowed her brow slightly at his words, the bitterness laced in his tone. Her hand smoothed over the side of his face instinctively. She didn't know the situation in the guard from personal experience, but she could guess that his words were true. There was too much corruption in the ranks of the Denerim guard. It went all the way up to the highest of the ranks. If one lone guard thought to speak up against injustice, his life could surely be made a living hell. Though she hardly knew Ordhan, she willed him to survive. If he could make it beyond this, then perhaps one day he could fight that injustice.
It was a silly thought.
When the guard turned his body towards her's, Lillie knew he was seeking comfort through physical contact with another person. She tilted her head towards his, her lips brushing his lightly as her arms slipped around him. Her hands splayed against his bare back and skimmed upwards to his shoulders. Lillie had promised to listen, but if Ordhan didn't wish to talk, there were certainly other things they could do.