[ There's no way that she thinks they've convinced him otherwise especially with that response. Hilda could be optimistic, but she was under no disillusion that this matter was sorted and settled. These beliefs of his, this perception of his himself, had been ingrained in him over time. They had only just begun to understand it. She was no expert caregiver or healer, but she knew enough. That, like any wound, it would take time and the right care and even then, the phantom pains might never subside.

But this was a start. At least she hopes it is. Just like she hopes that she'll be able to help remind him in some way. Hopefully it would start the two of them on enough of a path where, eventually, didn't need to be here for those conversations and that healing to happen. Because really what had she added in the grand scheme of things?

So while she does roll her eyes at Sylvain's response to their barrage of compliments, there's no malice or annoyance in the gesture. If anything there's a touch of endearment in her gaze. ]

Did you just forget everything we just spoke about? We were worried about you after the Featherhive, you big dummy. The compliments might not have been planned but that doesn't make them any less true. If you won't remind yourself that you have a good heart and you're more than some silly Crest, we will.

[ Her hand reaches for his, giving it a squeeze, her skipping towards Claude knowing she isn't speaking out of turn when she speaks for the both of them. ]

We care about you.