I guess you're irreplaceably handsome. But if you didn't want to feel objectified you could just wear that hat that I got you oh wait - [ Hilda cuts herself off as if in thought. The glint in her eyes might have been mistaken as chiding had it not been for the teasing curl of her lips. ] never mind.

[ Normally she would tease him more. Something about how if she was really trying to objectify him, he'd know. But she feels how his body melts into her, how his arms wrap around her like having her there is somehow as comforting to him as it is to her and her heart melts just a little more. The teasing can wait, she thinks.

Instead she feigns a yawn as her arm wriggles under his arm to wrap around his waist. She burrows into his chest, warm, safe, and so close that she can hear the steady beat of his heart. After a beat her voice is practically a murmur. ]

I think I deserve an extra big breakfast tomorrow just for you losing that hat. But we can talk about that after we get some sleep.

[ Although her breathing evens out, she forces herself to stay awake until she hears Sylvain's heartbeat and breath slow, indicative of slumber. As she drifts off to sleep, she fiercely vow something to herself: she can't do much, but she'd do everything she could to safeguard and comfort Sylvain as long as he'd let her. She'd never forgive herself if she didn't. ]