[Jill's eyes flicker down to Benedikta's hand, the movement catching her attention. She doesn't show much of a visual response, but in her mind, she's acutely aware of how much of a disadvantage she's got. No weapon, no magicks... this could end badly for her.
But there's just something that remains stubborn in her, that doesn't quite want to let go of this push and pull until she decides it's done. Perhaps it's the thought that if Benedikta really wanted to use that sword, the opportunity to do so might have passed her by already. Or maybe it's that tiny shift in that smile that gives her the notion that the other woman's confidence isn't all that solid. A little bit of ammunition to keep tucked away.]
Idle curiosity. Call it a personal flaw.
[Or maybe it's pity instead. Because while her hands have done the worst of things over the years, Jill can at least say she remembers how to be empathetic and sympathetic, even if she doesn't know a lick of Benedikta's background and certainly not that the woman has earned any of it. That, at the very least, makes Jill more human than most in her mind.]
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But there's just something that remains stubborn in her, that doesn't quite want to let go of this push and pull until she decides it's done. Perhaps it's the thought that if Benedikta really wanted to use that sword, the opportunity to do so might have passed her by already. Or maybe it's that tiny shift in that smile that gives her the notion that the other woman's confidence isn't all that solid. A little bit of ammunition to keep tucked away.]
Idle curiosity. Call it a personal flaw.
[Or maybe it's pity instead. Because while her hands have done the worst of things over the years, Jill can at least say she remembers how to be empathetic and sympathetic, even if she doesn't know a lick of Benedikta's background and certainly not that the woman has earned any of it. That, at the very least, makes Jill more human than most in her mind.]