[ Hilda knows that Claude isn't a mind reader but there's a moment where she hesitates. Surely there's no magic that can do that, right? And even if there were, he wouldn't use that against her, would he? If he could, she isn't certain what he'd find — but the thought makes her flush slightly in time with the kiss to her palm all the same. Silently she shakes herself from her stupor with a huff. Better to be firm and act as if moments ago hadn't happened in the first place.
Her tone teeters on the edge of withering, but it never quite gets there. Claude's pout, even with the beard, dispels any hope of that and it takes all of her will power not to laugh. The compromise is a small smile hidden at the corner of her lips. ]
Oh, I know you aren't. But I'll give you a hint on how to get back into them anyway. [ Her hand slides to cup his chin with her fingers, tone somehow light and playful in spite of everything she's feeling. ] Concentrate on getting better first.
[ There's other things in there that are left unsaid. Like a warning not to try and escape the confines of his room sending nurses on a wild goose chase. Or doing other activities that could pull open a wound before it had been fully healed. She makes a note to bring him as many books as he can stomach and then some tomorrow when she returns to their room.
There's a brief moment of triumph that she feels when she sees him widen his eyes. It's immediately stifled however by what he says next. She can feel her heart melting all over again and she knows that she has to train it to become a hardened heart instead. ]
...Fine. [ But maybe not tonight. That feels like an item for her to attend to tomorrow. Something that was easier to tackle in the light of day when she isn't wrapped up in his arms and can still smell him lingering on her skin. ] But first — [ Her hands slide down his chest to rest there, letting warmth flow from her palms to him. Her healing magic has never been as proficient as her friend's had, but it's a compromise instead of waking a nurse at this hour. ] does that feel a little better?
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Her tone teeters on the edge of withering, but it never quite gets there. Claude's pout, even with the beard, dispels any hope of that and it takes all of her will power not to laugh. The compromise is a small smile hidden at the corner of her lips. ]
Oh, I know you aren't. But I'll give you a hint on how to get back into them anyway. [ Her hand slides to cup his chin with her fingers, tone somehow light and playful in spite of everything she's feeling. ] Concentrate on getting better first.
[ There's other things in there that are left unsaid. Like a warning not to try and escape the confines of his room sending nurses on a wild goose chase. Or doing other activities that could pull open a wound before it had been fully healed. She makes a note to bring him as many books as he can stomach and then some tomorrow when she returns to their room.
There's a brief moment of triumph that she feels when she sees him widen his eyes. It's immediately stifled however by what he says next. She can feel her heart melting all over again and she knows that she has to train it to become a hardened heart instead. ]
...Fine. [ But maybe not tonight. That feels like an item for her to attend to tomorrow. Something that was easier to tackle in the light of day when she isn't wrapped up in his arms and can still smell him lingering on her skin. ] But first — [ Her hands slide down his chest to rest there, letting warmth flow from her palms to him. Her healing magic has never been as proficient as her friend's had, but it's a compromise instead of waking a nurse at this hour. ] does that feel a little better?