The clinging doesn’t go unnoticed, but she’s happy to grip right back. Hilda has always been the tactile sort, determined to show her appreciation for people through more than just honeyed words like many of the nobles that she had grown up around.
Action speak louder than words to her (although she’d be a complete liar if she said that depending on who the words came from, she’d be putty in their hands), and Lenore’s hold on her feels genuine, like she’s somehow made a friend in an abstract, strange sort of way. A rush of warmth fills her chest at the thought.
She leads them through the crowds of people bustling from one end of the square to the next, turning her gaze towards Lenore and giving her a reassuring smile. “That’s right! How is Thorne the last four weeks aside? I would have checked in her earlier but I figured with the whole not remembering the Horizon that might have been a little weird.” She caps it off a sheepish giggle at her own expense, as if a hug from a near-stranger wasn’t on the same level.
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Action speak louder than words to her (although she’d be a complete liar if she said that depending on who the words came from, she’d be putty in their hands), and Lenore’s hold on her feels genuine, like she’s somehow made a friend in an abstract, strange sort of way. A rush of warmth fills her chest at the thought.
She leads them through the crowds of people bustling from one end of the square to the next, turning her gaze towards Lenore and giving her a reassuring smile. “That’s right! How is Thorne the last four weeks aside? I would have checked in her earlier but I figured with the whole not remembering the Horizon that might have been a little weird.” She caps it off a sheepish giggle at her own expense, as if a hug from a near-stranger wasn’t on the same level.