[ Hilda catches the waver of the smile, feels the pinprick of hurt and longing in Claire's voice when she mentions her daughter as if she were experiencing it. It stokes the fiery determination in her chest to try and give the woman something good while she's here.

With the rough sketch complete she pulls it towards her, giving it a once over. It looked simple, unassuming but a perfect fit for Claire all the same.]

I don't know if I can catch the spirit of it exactly — something from your daughter isn't going to be easy to replicate after all but, [ Her voice trails off a moment before gazing towards Claire and giving her smile. ] I'll definitely try.

[ And then a thought occurs to her, a little furrow of confusion forming between her brow. ]

When you said you lost it through the stones, does that mean the stone ate it?