[ Funny how despite this being the sort of situation Hilda usually finds herself in, or rather would prefer to find herself, she can't help but feel an incredible sense of embarrasment in that moment. Her delicate flower persona usually lends itself to being comforted instead of the other way around. Most of her life had seen her being coddled by Holst and Goneril servants, while her time at the Academy had seen her running straight into the arms of whoever seemed the most willing to comfort her over the most minor inconveniences.
While this wasn't a minor inconvenience, crying now seemed like the most bratty response imaginable. Everyone was missing someone they cared about — Natasha was missing two of her closest friends too after all — and they were all bending over backwards, practically running themselves into the ground in their own ways to find them.
This wasn't a contest of who had done more. They were all working towards a common goal. Crying because she felt useless and hopeless wasn't productive. It was why she hadn't done it in front of Petra, or at the very least had tried not to. And despite the embarrassment she feels, she melts a little further into Natasha's embrace, feeling the tension trickle down her spine following the path of Natasha's fingers. ]
I hate that you have to know this kind of battlefield too, but at least it's useful, right? [ Even with her face still buried in Natasha's shoulder she's trying to stay positive. Find a silver lining to this. Try to comfort Natasha even though she's the one being hugged by her. It's a little ridiculous really, but she doesn't know what else to do because she doesn't want to seem useless. ] Did you have to fight in a war?
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While this wasn't a minor inconvenience, crying now seemed like the most bratty response imaginable. Everyone was missing someone they cared about — Natasha was missing two of her closest friends too after all — and they were all bending over backwards, practically running themselves into the ground in their own ways to find them.
This wasn't a contest of who had done more. They were all working towards a common goal. Crying because she felt useless and hopeless wasn't productive. It was why she hadn't done it in front of Petra, or at the very least had tried not to. And despite the embarrassment she feels, she melts a little further into Natasha's embrace, feeling the tension trickle down her spine following the path of Natasha's fingers. ]
I hate that you have to know this kind of battlefield too, but at least it's useful, right? [ Even with her face still buried in Natasha's shoulder she's trying to stay positive. Find a silver lining to this. Try to comfort Natasha even though she's the one being hugged by her. It's a little ridiculous really, but she doesn't know what else to do because she doesn't want to seem useless. ] Did you have to fight in a war?