"Oh, you know. Shopping really does a girl's heart some good." It's also a particularly good way to ignore the execution that she had vehemently not attended even though all of her friends had elected to go. She had seen the discomfort amongst them upon their return proving to her that her decision not to go had been the right one. Hilda waves a hand, gesturing vaguely to the books around them. "I stopped in here on a whim, really. I'm not planning on wearing books to tomorrow evening's gala."

Casting a curious glance towards him and the set of books they're in front of her, Hilda figures she can hazard a guess as to why Wylan is here. "Are you going to play for us tomorrow evening?"