Jill let the song end, and concentrated on the sun falling down on her. Her usual cloak was shrugged off to the side, since she wasn't expecting to be found, revealing her actual form instead of it being hidden like it normally was. She had discarded the idea of wearing some of the new clothes she'd found, instead keeping her old ones for now.

She didn't start singing again, just lay there, trying to piece together what she did know for now. What was happening back in New Crobuzon? Did they care? Did her legend die with her? And who was that filthy bastard who told the militia where to find her? If her comrades were true, they'd make him or her pay dearly. There was no reason to sell her out. If it was death or giving up, you chose death. That much was understood in her ranks. You died with pride, died a hero, rather than betray.