He's lucky she's already made the executive decision to be less bratty in that moment otherwise that look would have been met with some sort of reaction. More than that though, it's the seriousness and gravity of his words that really gives her pause. ...It was just a cliff dive, wasn't it? It wasn't some big deal, he's simply stating a fact. He isn't being mean, and she isn't actually going to fall flat like a pancake but she's unlikely to dive spectacularly the first time around.

Perhaps it's a good thing that his impassive face is difficult to read. She's probably just reading into the seriousness of it all. This is some elaborate Altair-style joke - and frankly thinking that helps take the edge off. Expectations usually made her balk and run in the other direction.

After another beat of silence Hilda moves towards the cliff's edge huffing, "Well I guess we'll see." She steadies herself, toes wiggling themselves into the dirt as she tentatively inches herself towards the edge. Everything he'd just said flips through her mind and after another breath - she leaps. It's not so different from the feeling when she's hurtling towards the ground with Waffle to aid her. Except Waffle isn't here. It's truly just her and the hope - or faith - that she was going to land and not completely bungle this somehow.

She crashes through the water, surfacing moments later with the feeling of water having gotten up her nose. No one looks elegant surfacing from the water with sopping wet hair and spluttering because of the awful burning sensation in her nostrils, and she can't help but cough, "Oh Goddess -," But realization settles in and joy bubbles through the knee jerk reaction.

"Altair - ," she calls up the cliff side to him with a resounding laugh, "I did it!"