[ As soon as her words leave her lips Hilda braces herself, waiting for the ensuing bitterness to awaken. The familiar climb of it up her throat is there but there's not enough time for it to manifest, not when Sylvain provides a not so subtle reminder for her that there is still the possibility of something for them however nebulous that may be.

She shakes herself from it with a begrudging sigh of her own. Instead she focuses her attentions on folding the meat slightly to give it a more appealing look on the skewer as she continues her work. ]

You're both awful. Being the responsible one is exhausting.

[ It's not quite an acceptance of his statement, but it's at least something. ]

No wonder Ingrid spent so much of her time scolding you. She had her hands full with the three of you.