Her eyes dart from the large creature to the man for a brief moment, mouth falling open in disbelief. It prompts her to snip back, "Suicidal? Don't you think that's a little extreme to be calling something as innocent as going to find a particular flower suicidal?"

"The herbalist told me that it was close to the entrance of the hunting grounds." Her voice is less accusatory and more of a whine than anything else. Hilda is well aware that she's the one at fault for getting lost in the first place but she's still reluctant to admit as much, especially to someone that is more likely to mock her for it than comfort or sympathize with her.

His explanation isn't comforting - but then again, nothing about this man screams comfort to her right in this moment. Before she can reply the cat lunges for her, jaws stretched wide and gaping. Had she not spun her lance up, it probably would have torn at her throat. Hilda's muscles strain as she pushes back against the Gealaci Kucing. "This is the furthest thing from anglerfish!"