Hilda certainly hadn't been expecting a naked hug in the bath. There's a noise of surprise and her eyes blow open wide as she's embraced in Gideon's arms. Is she upset about it though? Not in the least. She's quick to return the hug. The steam from the baths has already brought about a pretty flush to her cheeks, but the heat rises up the back of her neck all the same as she pulls back.

She notes the embarrassment but she also notes the quick gloss over what she had gone through. Not that Hilda would have expected her to launch right into it; no one she knew wanted to recount it and for good reason. It worries her all the same, but she doesn't let it show giving her an earnest grin instead. "Well if you're happy with Gideon, I'm not going to mess with a good thing. Besides, it suits you." That won't stop her from trying to think of a fitting one though. "Biceps" comes to mind immediately, but that seems silly.

There's a tilt of her head, as she scrutinizes her Gideon a moment. She'd brought no welcome back gift for her — cake isn't exactly a bath house necessity — but she does have something else. "Have you washed your hair yet? I can help if you want."