[ Hilda wouldn't consider the doodle she's making even remotely close to a map, let alone a decent one and it definitely isn't accurate. It's really only meant to be a reference point. But she continues to doodle anyway because it soothes the unexpected pang of homesickness she feels while simultaneously keeping her busy. Cartoonish wyverns begin to sprout from her pencil. ]

Of course not. But does anyone expect it?

[ But if they're talking about even before the war crystallized into something real... ]

Even if something like war hadn't happened, it wasn't expected that I'd have to do anything. Thanks to Holst my family didn't really expect anything from me so I was mostly allowed to what I like. [ There's a brief pause. ] Except I never could get out of training. My brother was insistent on that.