Hearing that Wylan never had the opportunity to play (if play could even be considered the right word for it) with his wardrobe tugs at Hilda's heart strings. It's incredibly spoiled of her to think that not having that sort of opportunity to wear what you wanted because you genuinely liked it, or even have the chance to experiment to discover what you liked, is a tragedy that must immediately rectified - but she doesn't give it a second thought.

She wants Wylan to enjoy what he wears and to have the choice to do what he liked with his clothing. There's something akin to a firece determination in her voice. "Well luckily for you we've got some money to throw around. We're going to find you something that you feel amazing in and that fits you. If you see something in one of the windows, let me know and we can go in, okay? And don't be shy about it either."