"I rely solely on the fact that Priskil is the Goddess of Last Resort," Jil said, "As Stitch here mentioned," She continued, blissfully ignorant of the man's attempts at - whatever he is attempting, "I am seeking for her, and her so-called Order of Radiance. I am seeking their aid, but I cannot and will not divulge the details further. Safe to say however that this particular search is but a part of a much bigger picture, meaning there's just more work beyond that." She said, denoting once more that 'work' was not Malia or Stitch's business. "Whoever your Gods are, Malia." She liked saying both names, as if one betrayed the other, "Azola. They do not seem to be involved with Priskil. Unless you are, in fact, a member of the Order, and only then will I accept an alliance." It was definitely a rhetorical statement, no need to be reacted upon. "But forgive me if I do sound rather arrogant and selfish, I am just uninterested with other people's tribulations at the moment. I already have enough of those." She laughed, truthfully, thinking how it was rather ridiculous to declare war against one god, a supervisor golem, and bank on the help of a goddess for success. And still find the time to pick up friends along the way.
She denied the help offered by Malia, even after Stitch had recommended it. "You both misunderstand, but I do not blame you. It is entirely my fault for not having said enough for you to understand the circumstances that lie underneath this little," she searched for the correct word, "research of mine." To Malia, "It does not have anything to do with being clever, or devout. Not that I belittle your experience," back to Stitch, "Or your judgment," and then back to Malia, "for it is most notable that you have drastically changed since we last met. Your attitude has a certain boldness and tang to it." Quickly, before anybody could make any further comment, "I will settle my own duties in my own time, I cannot bear to think of pulling other people into it. At the same time, I simply could not see how we could work together, even Stitch would agree that our list of things to do does not have anything in common except that we want to accomplish them."
Stitch's efforts were not wasted, at least until the time when Malia declared that she would not force Jil to cooperate. The Sahovan Nuit's aura, if he was still looking, appeared relaxed, and he could pick up hints that Jil was quite pleased with herself. Only then did Jil appear to be welcoming. Finally. "Now that that's settled, how long are you planning to stay? I suppose you will be staying with us?" There was a buried cautiousness in that last question, though it was wiped away instantly. "I guess I owe you the favor of meeting Stitch beforehand. They accepted me well, despite being undead, especially the kids. I trust you have met all four of them?" Jil was wiped off her earlier thorns, and was now, for the lack of a better term, seemingly friendly towards the other visitor.