Lillie was quiet for a long time, weighing what to say and what not to say. Too little could mean that Ordhan wouldn't believe a word of what she said, and would not take anything she said regarding Azabeth to heart. But too much would be giving away the secrets of a man she loved and trusted. It would be a betrayal and the thought of that was painful.
She smoothed her hands over her skirt, the soft cotton of the traveling dress felt cool beneath her palms. She missed the feel of silk and satin; the dresses she'd worn to work in, much too improper for wandering about the countryside in. They were packaged away, held for her by the Mistress at Lost Night until she wrote to reclaim them. She wondered if she would ever get the chance now.
"I.... yes I suppose now." She fiddled with a blade of grass then lifted to look at him. "Yes... he worked for her. For the last Arlessa. But obviously he's no longer employed there if this has happened." She bit down on her lower lip. "When Azabeth and Lelahai were younger... they were competitive, in the way most siblings are, I suppose. But there never seemed to be any bad blood between them. The last few letters... he spoke that Lelahai had been behaving strangely. But nothing substantial. It worries me to find out now what has happened. If we were still in Denerim... I could try and contact him."
She thought of the letter she'd written the other night and sent. She hadn't known then that they would run across Azabeth, or that all of this would come out, or she might have asked more. She would write again and perhaps there was somewhere else they could stop and send the post. Otherwise it would have to wait until they came back to the city.
"I know you have to follow orders... but I believe with every part of my heart that she's innocent."