[ Clive may have ideas concerning their next steps and where their focus should lie, but Jill's own thoughts concerning such topics seem to be on another page entirely. he wishes to see her taken as far as possible from the war and from those who have their own ideas about what to do with her. The Temple Knights would just as soon see her dead, while the Heretics only want to reclaim her as theirs, so that they might use her to further their cause.
To Jill, it hardly matters where she ends up or what fate she faces. She has committed her own share of sins, and either death or being forced to do the bidding of the Heretics seem to be punishments she feels she deserves. Death might be the easy way out, however, and she feels as though she does not deserve an easy end, if she must have an end at all.
As they make their way along, Jill is quiet except for the sound of footfalls against the snow and ice. She finds she has little to say, to the apparent displeasure of the loyal direwolf who follows along with them. And, she imagines that Clive does not much like her silence, but he has not pressed her to speak, at least not at the moment.
She follows along behind Clive, keeping her gaze on the snow-covered ground in front of her. Even if she felt inclined to look up and take in the frozen scenery around them, there is a part of her that has already resolved that it is not her place to even look at or enjoy the surroundings, if enjoyment were even possible in such a harsh and forgiving environment. No, Jill believes that enjoyment is not something she is intended to experience in any form.
All she can think of is how far she has fallen, and how much she has betrayed those who took her in and offered her shelter and care. She has let all of them down just as surely as she has become a sinner beyond redemption.
Perhaps Torgal senses the dark turn Jill's thoughts have taken, and he nudges his nose against her hand. She pulls herself out of her thoughts and turns her face slightly so that she might see him.
Speaking has not been at the forefront of her thoughts, perhaps to Clive's consternation, but however lost in thought she might be, Clive and Torgal are two that she can never ignore, not entirely. If either one of them does or says something to address her, she will, of course, respond. She offers the loyal hound a small smile, reaching out to rub the top of his head between the ears. ]
You are such a good boy. [ And with that, she lapses once more into silence as they continue their trek to their next destination. ]
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To Jill, it hardly matters where she ends up or what fate she faces. She has committed her own share of sins, and either death or being forced to do the bidding of the Heretics seem to be punishments she feels she deserves. Death might be the easy way out, however, and she feels as though she does not deserve an easy end, if she must have an end at all.
As they make their way along, Jill is quiet except for the sound of footfalls against the snow and ice. She finds she has little to say, to the apparent displeasure of the loyal direwolf who follows along with them. And, she imagines that Clive does not much like her silence, but he has not pressed her to speak, at least not at the moment.
She follows along behind Clive, keeping her gaze on the snow-covered ground in front of her. Even if she felt inclined to look up and take in the frozen scenery around them, there is a part of her that has already resolved that it is not her place to even look at or enjoy the surroundings, if enjoyment were even possible in such a harsh and forgiving environment. No, Jill believes that enjoyment is not something she is intended to experience in any form.
All she can think of is how far she has fallen, and how much she has betrayed those who took her in and offered her shelter and care. She has let all of them down just as surely as she has become a sinner beyond redemption.
Perhaps Torgal senses the dark turn Jill's thoughts have taken, and he nudges his nose against her hand. She pulls herself out of her thoughts and turns her face slightly so that she might see him.
Speaking has not been at the forefront of her thoughts, perhaps to Clive's consternation, but however lost in thought she might be, Clive and Torgal are two that she can never ignore, not entirely. If either one of them does or says something to address her, she will, of course, respond. She offers the loyal hound a small smile, reaching out to rub the top of his head between the ears. ]
You are such a good boy. [ And with that, she lapses once more into silence as they continue their trek to their next destination. ]