[ Maybe the better phrasing is that he's worn a hood for all the times that they've spent together. In true Hilda fashion however, she's happy to conflate it for the sake of dramatics. ]
Tell that to the soldiers back in Fodlan that have gone bald that are around our age. You never know what's going to happen!
[ "Our age" is said with little to no more exasperation or surprise; apparently she's still processing the fact that he's weak in the knees handsome to hear that he's only a year older than she is. It's likely to hit her later though.
Much later actually. The sudden image of Altaïr naked sends her brain short circuiting and there's definitely a moment where her mouth falls open and she's just staring at him. A furrow forms between her brows and it's hard to say if the expression on her face is because she's furious that he suggested something so stupid, or because he's now gone and put that thought into her brain. The pink on her cheeks deepen. Immediately she huffs, whirling around to pick up her axe from the snow so that he can't see the sudden embarrassment on her face. ]
No! [ Maybe. No, Hilda stop. It's definitely a no. Unless? ] I mean, only if you wanted to and you were comfortable enough with yourself like that but some people in the Free Cities might not take public nudity so well. There's a time and place for that - [ She cuts herself off, turning around to face him again now that she's sure her face is set back into something relatively normal. ] actually, that's not the point! Going around without a hood on is totally different than walking around butt naked.
I'm just saying that you could probably stand to not wear your hood as often as you do.
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Tell that to the soldiers back in Fodlan that have gone bald that are around our age. You never know what's going to happen!
[ "Our age" is said with little to no more exasperation or surprise; apparently she's still processing the fact that he's weak in the knees handsome to hear that he's only a year older than she is. It's likely to hit her later though.
Much later actually. The sudden image of Altaïr naked sends her brain short circuiting and there's definitely a moment where her mouth falls open and she's just staring at him. A furrow forms between her brows and it's hard to say if the expression on her face is because she's furious that he suggested something so stupid, or because he's now gone and put that thought into her brain. The pink on her cheeks deepen. Immediately she huffs, whirling around to pick up her axe from the snow so that he can't see the sudden embarrassment on her face. ]
No! [ Maybe. No, Hilda stop. It's definitely a no. Unless? ] I mean, only if you wanted to and you were comfortable enough with yourself like that but some people in the Free Cities might not take public nudity so well. There's a time and place for that - [ She cuts herself off, turning around to face him again now that she's sure her face is set back into something relatively normal. ] actually, that's not the point! Going around without a hood on is totally different than walking around butt naked.
I'm just saying that you could probably stand to not wear your hood as often as you do.