( Jill, for all her compassion, still finds that horses unsettle her -- she's learnt how to ride them, but she cannot get over how fragile their legs look. How are they meant to carry people, pull them, with legs like that? Jill vastly prefers chocobo over horses, thank you very much.
Still, she offers a polite nod at the teen -- there's no smile on her face, her posture reserved and withdrawn, yet lacking any outward hostility. Nor does she refuse to help what Jill can only surmise is a new Summoned. )
I do, yes. Would you like me to teach you?
( It's alright if she doesn't, Jill won't be upset either way. )
serene steeds!
Still, she offers a polite nod at the teen -- there's no smile on her face, her posture reserved and withdrawn, yet lacking any outward hostility. Nor does she refuse to help what Jill can only surmise is a new Summoned. )
I do, yes. Would you like me to teach you?
( It's alright if she doesn't, Jill won't be upset either way. )