[ Hilda recognizes the absence all too well. Not that she cares. She tells herself that she's taught herself to steel herself against the Claude-shaped absence in her life in a very short time. So long as she keeps reminding herself of that, the pang in her heart will become less noticeable and as time passes, it will mean it'll never bother her again.

Even the mention of their harrowing time on the beach trying to save the giant jellyfish doesn't tug at her heartstrings. She'll be the dumb, petty creature that he made her out to be.

The reference to the night of the gala prompts Hilda to swat harmlessly at the finger being waved at her along with sticking her tongue out for good measure. Her voice is nothing but a teasing lilt, coaxing it back to a level of Normal despite what she says. ]

Just figuratively because you don't have any glitter on you. If there's anything else growing, just say the word and I'll show myself out.