[ In hindsight it's silly for her to think that she's gotten away with it. He's already called her out, and she has no spells or anything available to her to make him forget that he knows which only leads to her immediately recoiling at the thought of erasing anyone's memory — although, as she catches sight of his wounds again — she'd make an exception to wipe whatever it was that he had gone through from his mind in a heartbeat.
She's about to tell him to stop staring at her because it was embarrassing but then his lips are on hers. In hindsight, she should have expected that too. Before her brain can catch up with the fact that Sylvain is kissing her, he pulls away and his grin prompts her blush to intensify. Hilda never thought her cheeks could illuminate like beacons but here they are. She's rarely at a loss for words but right now, Hilda can only muster a garbled sound that is probably his name. ]
Sylvain! What are you doing, you're so embarrassing! Kissing is the last thing you should be talking about.
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She's about to tell him to stop staring at her because it was embarrassing but then his lips are on hers. In hindsight, she should have expected that too. Before her brain can catch up with the fact that Sylvain is kissing her, he pulls away and his grin prompts her blush to intensify. Hilda never thought her cheeks could illuminate like beacons but here they are. She's rarely at a loss for words but right now, Hilda can only muster a garbled sound that is probably his name. ]
Sylvain! What are you doing, you're so embarrassing! Kissing is the last thing you should be talking about.