Glancing up at the girl, Jill nodded, too busy with her horse to have time to carry on the conversation. Salma was the only creature that could make her push her talkativity to the side, in order to act. She kept on stroking the horse's face, running her fingers along the soft skin on her red and white nose, occasionally blowing air into her nostrils to show she wasn't going anywhere. Salma seemed to be calming down, very slowly, and turning her attention to herself, Jill realised that adrenaline was still coursing through her and that her heart beat like a trapped bird inside her chest. Well, it usually did after a battle, but this time she was on the ground, instead of heading away. It was easier to relax when she was on Salma, making the horse slow down from a panicked gallop, to a slow walk, it was reassuring, a better way of calming both herself and the horse. Right now, her horse was recovering, but Jill was nowhere close to relaxing.
Glancing up at the girl still seated on the horse, Jill shrugged at the question, not quite sure what to say. It really did seem like Conlan did that sort of thing often, what with herself and then Azabeth and finally this girl. But she didn't want to say it, finding it felt illoyal to suggest that he was that reckless. Yes, she was still angry with him, but as one whose life he had saved due to this courageous stupidity, she wasn't about to out him to a stranger, even one he had save too. "I think he will make it," she said shortly, eyes at Salma. "I think it takes more than a darkspawn chewing on him to take out Conlan Delaine."