( His timeline seems absurdly short considering he was nearly dead less than a week ago. Jill sighs and rests a hand over one of the many bandages over his chest. It isn't that she doesn't appreciate or understand his eagerness to do anything but stand around, but really. Does he think she'll just let him walk it off after he nearly died? )

Clive. ( She says, catching his gaze and holding it. ) We'll go when Tarja finally gives up on trying to keep you in the infirmary. That we've gone so long this morning without her running in to make sure you haven't gotten up and walked off is impressive enough.

( As for if she'll want to stay, well. Jill hasn't even concerned that, as divorced as she feels from her homeland. There most likely isn't even a place for her amongst what remains, and she doubts she'd recognize anyone who knew her from before, either. )