[ There's only one certain bard that Hilda has recently become acquainted to. There's some level of amusement that sparks in her features as she turns to complete the task she had almost failed to do earlier. ]

Aw, I didn't know you two were so close. But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

[ The general energy between them (Jaskier's charisma and Geralt's dryness) seemed to balance each other out in a way that worked - or at least it did in her mind. After all, she had seen a similar dynamic somewhere else back home before.

With the fallen star safely secured, Hilda about to descend back down the ladder when it dawns on her that Geralt is perfectly situated by the box. ]

Were you here to help with the decorations?