A quick apology is on the tip of Hilda's tongue when Lenore poses her question. Gentle deflection has been her go-to over the course of the last several weeks that it has disturbingly become second nature for her.

The Hilda from four weeks ago is absolutely appalled that she's even considering turning down the offer, but the present Hilda's gaze trails down to the supplies in her hand guiltily. The guilt battles against the ache in her muscles that is quickly making itself known which only leads her to become acutely aware that she hasn't really had time to bathe properly in, oh Goddess, who knew how long.

That thought alone is enough to change her mind. "I would love that. I think the supplies can wait." She offers her arm to Lenore. "Shall we?"