[ She wants to disagree, tell him that it is important because it's him and she thinks he's important — but she can sense that the time to dwell on those things is coming to a close. Instead she gives him a squeeze, tries to wrap her worries into a nicely wrapped package for another day.

Hilda can't help but smile slightly at the sentiment and the implication. ]

Me too.

[ And she means it too. As much as she misses certain things about Fodlan, there are things she's quickly grown to love here. She reaches up to tug at his beard teasingly. The same fondness in his voice is mirrored in hers. ]

Even if that means spending a night on the roof with you without a mattress. If I wake up sore tomorrow you're taking me to the spa for a massage.