[ Wanda's pause at her pinky promise creates a moment of worry for Hilda. Maybe her friend had outgrown such a childish thing. Hilda had been making promises for as long as she could remember (and if she's being honest with herself, Holst had been the one to indulge her childish tendencies, particularly when he had left with their father for trips across the Duchy to learn how to run it some day).

An amendment is on the tip of her tongue, one where she says it's silly, that Wanda doesn't have to do it - but then she does. Relief ripples across her skin in time with the smile that reaches across her face as she gives Wanda's pinky a squeeze with her own. Thankfully for Wanda, the relief she feels means that Hilda misses the embarrassed look on her face completely.

She leads the way to one of the rooms but not before stopping to request some tea to be delivered to the room while they chat. Once they're settled on the couch, Hilda pulls out her notebook to the page that had the sketch on it. ]

This is what I had in mind. I think I can manage the crown, but I'd love to have some wings that look a little like this. Kind of like wyvern wings, you know? [ With several pen strokes, skeletal wings appear on the page. It's clear from the way she draws that she's enthusiastic about the idea. Once she's done, almost shyly she asks - ] What do you think?

[ It's not anything like what she'd typically wear in Cadens, but the whole point had been to disguise themselves. ]