She slid her hand down to his, twining their fingers together and squeezing gently, a measure of support and strength lent. Strength for him to tell her about what had happened, and strength for her to listen silently. Lillian knew first hand that terrible things happened in the Alienage. She'd been born there, after all.
Did she want to hear about more brutalization against her mother's people? Not particularly. But she wanted to listen so that Ordhan could talk to someone, and so she simply prepared herself for something she did not want to hear. Whores were very good at pretending, and though Lillie didn't like to be false often, it was necessary at times.
Moving back on the bed she coaxed him with her, drawing his head to rest against her chest, her arms slipping around him in an embrace that was comfort rather than sexual. Her voice was a murmur, her heartbeat steady as she stroked his hair. "What happened there?"