Lillian stared right back at Blaith, teeth gritting before she turned her head away. It was a compromise, she chided herself. Her hands would be tied, but she could sit in a saddle. His saddle. At least her horse wasn't going to be left behind, or worse, stolen. Her armor, her sword, her freedom, Ansgar help her should she lose her horse too.
"Fine." She finally sighed. It was in her best interest to work with Blaith instead of completely against him. If he was willing to budge, even a little, well, she should probably be grateful. As his prisoner he could really do whatever he wanted with her. Including order her execution.