As the week drags on, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult for Hilda not to be worried. The more they find out, the more Hilda is beginning to realize that the rumours about people disappearing are becoming less rumour and more reality. Everyone seems on edge, the air is thick, and it’s starting to seep into her normally impenetrable armour. The anxiety that she’s been keeping at bay settles on her skin like an uncomfortable sweater and no matter what she does she can’t escape it.
The only thing that seems to work well enough to distract her is keeping busy. During the day she runs errands for Viktor that take her all over the city allowing her to talk to everyone and anyone. At night, when Petra is off exploring her own leads, she sticks close to Blake’s side, keeping him company and acting as a sounding board for him. The bones of Cadens are unsettled, and she can feel it for the first time since arriving. Maybe it’s because that’s how she feels too.
Despite her mildly vacant expression as she watches some mechanical birds fly overhead she is paying attention to what Blake is saying. Her gaze snaps back to him, fear curling around her heart at the mention of sleep, and it’s just in time to catch him frowning. She settles her face back into a smile — albeit a tired one. If the bags under his eyes are any indication, neither of them have actually been sleeping. As much as the fear of sleep grips her, she doesn’t want Blake to suffer the same fate.
There’s a faint sing-song quality to her voice, the kind where she’s trying to wheel someone along with her. “Or we could pour over some notes over some tea at the Sarstina? Weren’t you the one that mentioned the other night about wind down time?”
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The only thing that seems to work well enough to distract her is keeping busy. During the day she runs errands for Viktor that take her all over the city allowing her to talk to everyone and anyone. At night, when Petra is off exploring her own leads, she sticks close to Blake’s side, keeping him company and acting as a sounding board for him. The bones of Cadens are unsettled, and she can feel it for the first time since arriving. Maybe it’s because that’s how she feels too.
Despite her mildly vacant expression as she watches some mechanical birds fly overhead she is paying attention to what Blake is saying. Her gaze snaps back to him, fear curling around her heart at the mention of sleep, and it’s just in time to catch him frowning. She settles her face back into a smile — albeit a tired one. If the bags under his eyes are any indication, neither of them have actually been sleeping. As much as the fear of sleep grips her, she doesn’t want Blake to suffer the same fate.
There’s a faint sing-song quality to her voice, the kind where she’s trying to wheel someone along with her. “Or we could pour over some notes over some tea at the Sarstina? Weren’t you the one that mentioned the other night about wind down time?”