[ All of Sylvain's statement rings true, but the feeling, that until that moment had been lying dormant, stirs at the implication that she should know Claude well enough to not be surprised anymore. Did she really know him? She didn't know exactly what had happened down in the pit after all. There were blanks in the time that spanned between them in Fodlan, never mind the time Claude had spent in Abraxas. The sinister feeling doesn't quite claw at her throat the way it had the day Claude had woken up after his cure, but she can feel it all the same.
Her fists bunch the fabric of her nightgown. Catching it before Sylvain notices, she smoothes out the fabric in attempt to play it off. The spontaneous reaction - both physically and emotionally - brings about an immediate flash of guilt. Not everyone was going to react the same way and she knew that. Neither Claude nor Sylvain were immune either, no matter what they would have liked others to perceive or assume. She may not know Claude well anymore, but she knew that much. This moment isn't about him though.
Hilda's gaze flits towards Sylvain's hand tugging at her hair drawing a faint smile to her face shortly after. She's quick to brush off the compliment however, focusing on the thread he had left behind whether intentional or not. Quietly she captures his hand in hers, weighing the choice to inquire further. ]
Did something happen down there to you? [ She hopes he knows her question isn't referring to things she already knows. A pause follows before — ] You don't have to worry about protecting me from anything.
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Her fists bunch the fabric of her nightgown. Catching it before Sylvain notices, she smoothes out the fabric in attempt to play it off. The spontaneous reaction - both physically and emotionally - brings about an immediate flash of guilt. Not everyone was going to react the same way and she knew that. Neither Claude nor Sylvain were immune either, no matter what they would have liked others to perceive or assume. She may not know Claude well anymore, but she knew that much. This moment isn't about him though.
Hilda's gaze flits towards Sylvain's hand tugging at her hair drawing a faint smile to her face shortly after. She's quick to brush off the compliment however, focusing on the thread he had left behind whether intentional or not. Quietly she captures his hand in hers, weighing the choice to inquire further. ]
Did something happen down there to you? [ She hopes he knows her question isn't referring to things she already knows. A pause follows before — ] You don't have to worry about protecting me from anything.