[ Similarly, Jill has found herself in the habit of not speaking at all unless she's told to or given an order. Sometimes, it feels as though being quiet is a better alternative than potentially angering those with more power than she has. In a way, it is rather strange, as she has power, but the control of it has not always been in her own hands. She has the ability to call Shiva, but the control of it has always belonged to others, and she still remains unsure how she truly feels about that.

Perhaps with time, she will be able to make sense of how her life has unfolded, but until recently, she has not had that time. Nor, she wagers, has Clive. In a way, they are more alike than either of them are saying or have realized.

Jill's gaze shifts to Clive's for a fraction of a second when she sees him move from out of the corner of her eye, but then a second later, it shifts back to look at Torgal. Why she finds it difficult to meet his gaze, she is still figuring out. Perhaps it is from guilt or shame, and perhaps she expects to see only judgment in his eyes. He prevented her from being killed, but he'd come to kill her, hadn't he? What if he was only biding his time for some unknown reason? She wants to believe that Clive wouldn't do that, but perhaps circumstances and time have changed him more than she knows.

Still, she manages a soft look once he speaks, agreeing with her assessment of Torgal. ]

Perhaps he did. Perhaps some sense of his was leading him to... [ She trails off, as she finds she can hardly imagine that he would be lead anywhere, much less in the direction of finding her. ] I suppose that soon, we will have to talk about what happens next. I am sure your orders did not involve traveling with me, even for a short period of time.

[ Either she ends up back with the Heretics, or in a cell, or perhaps dispatched once and for all. ]