[ If she could let go of her hold on Clive, she would twist her hands together nervously, fearfully, as if worried that Ardbert might turn her back in to the people who want her for her abilities.

The truth of it all is that she finds trusting anyone a challenge, especially those she does not know. And at the moment, the list of those she does not know is longer than the list of those she does. Ardbert and Mya appear friendly enough, but what are their motives? What are they after?

She looks at Ardbert and then at Mya, the nervousness clear in her eyes. Mya smirks at Ardbert before her expression sobers as well. ] Dragons. Just can't seem to escape them, can we?

A stray lance... [ She isn't much of a healer, but she knows a bad wound when she sees one. ] I'm not my sister, but I think I can manage something.

[ At least enough to keep Clive from bleeding out right there in front of them, anyway. ]

Clive, Torgal... [ She nods.

Then Jill hesitantly adds: ] Jill. Can you really help Clive?