[ Unsurprisingly, Hilda had cried when she realized that Petra and Marianne had both returned to Fodlan and their respective timelines. There was a myriad of reasons why (the unknown, the known, the noticeable absence of both of them, how she was left alone with two Big Idiots, that this is how Sylvain must have felt when Felix left - ), but the one that stands out to Hilda is how awful Claude must be feeling in particular in regards to Petra. Thinking about that, and how he's trying to act normal about all of this, feels like a dagger to her heart.

In an effort to not be consumed by her feelings or walk around with perpetually puffy, red eyes, Hilda had taken to spend more and more time outside of the apartment. It's a miracle that Sylvain is able to wrangle (although ambush feels more suited considering this was happening before noon) her at all. But when a claw-foot tub is at stake, she doesn't need much more convincing.

That doesn't mean she'll stop exaggerating her yawns though. Her tone matches Claude's as she finishes her languid yawn. ]

Maybe we wouldn't have been hopelessly lost if someone hadn't dragged us out before I could even finish my breakfast.

[ She scurries a little closer to Claude to get a peek at the list. The neighbourhood names sound familiar but in the end she shrugs, before providing something completely unhelpful. ]

I think I went on a date here once with a merchant or something. It was dark though so it's hard to tell. If this place is so hard to find now, how are we going to find it if we move in? And why aren't we just asking for directions again?