[ Her initial reaction is to huff even as her hand automatically rises to cup his before she's pulled towards him. This isn't meant to be about her; he shouldn't have been comforting her in this way, especially when she had tampered down the fear that learning about her death had sowed. Or at least, that's what she was telling herself.
Hilda's arm wraps around his torso, nuzzling her cheek back into the comforting valley of his chest. As she gives him a squeeze she faintly thinks to herself that she had missed this too.
The door Sylvain has nudged opened for her presents any number of threads to follow - arguably too many, because her desire to learn more about him feels boundless in this moment - that all seem equally important in the tapestry of his life. Instead she starts with one that seems broad enough that doesn't seem too incredibly personal right off the bat. It's said tentatively, as if dipping her toe in something personal might create too large of a wave. ]
What happened down there that reminded you of home?
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Hilda's arm wraps around his torso, nuzzling her cheek back into the comforting valley of his chest. As she gives him a squeeze she faintly thinks to herself that she had missed this too.
The door Sylvain has nudged opened for her presents any number of threads to follow - arguably too many, because her desire to learn more about him feels boundless in this moment - that all seem equally important in the tapestry of his life. Instead she starts with one that seems broad enough that doesn't seem too incredibly personal right off the bat. It's said tentatively, as if dipping her toe in something personal might create too large of a wave. ]
What happened down there that reminded you of home?