[ Hilda understands the bitterness. War brings up a cocktail of unpleasant feelings but she lets it pass without calling any real attention to it apart from a sympathetic look. After all, this was meant to be a celebration, right? And talk of romance won over war any day.
A small little furrow appears between her brows, realizing she needs to clarify something. ]
You two weren't fighting against each other, were you?
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A small little furrow appears between her brows, realizing she needs to clarify something. ]
You two weren't fighting against each other, were you?