[ Her reaction to that is two fold: she lets out a tittering laugh that she hopes comes across as more amused than nervous just as another embarrassed flush spreads across her chest. Thank Goddess for clothing that covered everything. If he does hear any nervousness, hopefully he takes it as having more to do with their recent experience with the dragon last month. ]

I think I'd like to avoid dragons nibbling on me for a little while unless it's a little hatchling.

[ She allows herself to be drawn into his side for a moment, mostly caught off guard by the act and his words. There's no part of her that actually believes she's done things for him aside from giving him grief about his lack of sun protection and general grating on his nerves but she knows at this point that it's a fruitless endeavour. Better to use her actions than her words to show her intent she thinks - especially when she finds herself inadvertently tongue tied in moments like these.

Hilda lets out a sigh, looking at him for a moment before beginning to untangle herself from his arms. ]

Then I better make sure that the meal is a good one then. But I can't do that if you're holding me.