Jill took the trousers, noting vaguely that Conlan didn't seem too thrilled with having her there. She could see why, who would want to have a only recently healed horse messenger tagging along on this sort of mission. A sense of excitement and intrigue tried to break through her personal darkness, only succeeding slightly. The letter she had stuffed to the bottom of her bag suddenly felt as if it was screaming at them, trying to tell them that Jill had been heading in that direction all along. She had never been to the Brecilian and before it had seemed like an interesting place to go. But then the attack had happened and she thought her plans had changed for good. But there was apparently no cheating destiny.
"Sure," she agreed hesitatingly. "If you're sure I wont be in the way." It was a ridiculous thing for a grown woman, with a number of things to recommend herself, to say, but she didn't give it a thought. "I don't have any where else to go anyway..." Which was the plain truth. Nowhere around Highever was safe, she did not want to go back to Denerim, and her father's farm was both too close to Highever and to her mother.