[ Hilda really should have seen that one coming. It's the obvious question after all, and one that she had been asking other people. She hasn't bothered to ask Petra though, simply dragging her to bed with her instead even if it's a fruitless endeavor most nights. The act of trying is enough for them to trick themselves into thinking that they are and perhaps that's the best they can do right now. She normally doesn't have any problem sleeping; she's no Linhardt, able to fall asleep in the blink of an eye, but she's never had a problem drifting off before.

Then again, she's never had so many people she's cared about taken so violently from her.

She hums as she pulls her head off the table to rest on her chin on her hands instead. A bit of a lazy smile flutters to her lips shortly after that as she answers the red-head with a light and airy voice. ]

Yesterday.

[ The lie might fool someone not so well-versed in the art of it. Hilda doesn't expect Natasha to buy it, but wonders if she'll let her little white lie breath a little longer. ]

It's really hard to function on no sleep, you know? I always had to drag my friends to bed back home, Claude being one of them. I'd be such a hypocrite if I didn't sleep too.