[ Hilda knows full well that this is one of those arguments that could go around in circles without a clear end in sight. It'd be enough to make her roll her eyes on a bad day. Thankfully that isn't today. Instead she grins, pressing another kiss to his hands. She might have felt more concern had she known that sleep is no longer a refuge for him as it once might have been.

But as it stands, he'll feel faintly off of her like one of her perfumes something sweet, light and whimsical. She missed him. She missed this. ]

All the more reason to rest. Mags is probably going to put us right to work when we're back and there's really only so many of your shifts I can pick up.