[ It's fine if Claude wouldn't have pointed out the obvious flaw to Sylvain's logic the way she had; she had never been the more eloquent between them especially once there was familiarity built between her and the person she was telling off. It's fine because she knows he feels similarly even without needing to ask him. In fact it's better that he's able to soothe Sylvain with words that actually seem to settle and sink into the surface of his skin instead of bouncing off like all the other times she's tried to give compliments. They're better that way and if her role is meant to be the ineloquent brat then it's a role she's played well to date.

Her anger begins to ebb but only just enough to give way to a softer expression tinged with the underlying sadness of this entire situation. She doesn't let it linger though, determined to keep her expression away from anything close to pitying. Sylvain didn't need pity. Much like casting blame on others for things done in the past, pity wouldn't serve him either. What he needed now was to be shown and told that they thought the world of him even if he didn't.

Hilda's voice and expression perk up considerably as she tilts into his eye view with the biggest grin on her face. ]

Well I bet you that between Claude and I, we can think of plenty of other worthwhile things about you that would have us going on for days.

[ Her eyes skip to green eyes before back to amber ones. ]

I can start. You're an amazing cook. Which is such a relief because if you weren't I think Claude and I would be in so much trouble. Not to mention you're so attentive to those around you. I think you knew what some of our favourite dishes were without us even saying anything.

[ She taps her chin thoughtfully. ]

I'm sure there's more I'm missing though right, Claude?