A delighted, but flattered laugh flutters from Hilda's lips at what she's certain has to be a little bit of a sympathy compliment all things considered. She knows she's probably a sight to see. Her lips feel chapped and cracked from the cold winds on the mountain, and she hadn't had time to pack a hat or anything to combat the sun's reflection off of the snow. "I think that makes two of us. I was worried that you were just some lovely, fashionable dream too."

Why the squeeze of her hand catches her slightly off guard is anyone's guess, especially when she's the one who had gone right up and hugged Lenore. After a beat of surprise however, a genuine smile spreads onto her face as she returns the squeeze. Concern manages to slip into her voice, along with a light furrow of her brow. "Did you go with the retrieval team? You aren't hurt, are you?"