[ So determined to rid herself of the flustered feeling fluttering around in her chest like butterflies, it takes Hilda a beat longer to understand why exactly Sylvain is laughing. When she does though the intensity of her glare could rival that of the heat around them.
She can't believe that she just set him up like that. ]
You're really making it difficult not to just throw all of these right into the lava.
[ But she doesn't make any move to do so, not having forgotten the whole point of her efforts today. The image of Sylvain despondent and pale in the Featherhive had been all but burned into her mind. It was a stark reminder of what had likely been their reality in The Pit, the very thought clenching her heart in a vice-like grip, maybe more so now that she knew what her heart felt for him.
The sizzle of the meat fills the silence that follows and even though her hands begin to work on skewering the shrimp, for a moment her determination wavers. Nothing she had done after The Pit had felt like enough to help soothe the horrors they had gone through. This was a silly idea. Feelings for someone alone couldn't heal. In a similar vein, neither would making him a meal. How she could possibly relate, help, do anything when she hadn't gone through any sort of hardship in her own life? The only person that could possibly make Sylvain feel better was -
Her voice is light when she speaks next, not a trace of that annoyance from before remaining. ]
If you're bored you can just head back to the room and I'll bring it down later. I saw that stack of books you both borrowed from the libraries. I don't think we're allowed to take them back with us so you should go and read them while you have the chance.
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She can't believe that she just set him up like that. ]
You're really making it difficult not to just throw all of these right into the lava.
[ But she doesn't make any move to do so, not having forgotten the whole point of her efforts today. The image of Sylvain despondent and pale in the Featherhive had been all but burned into her mind. It was a stark reminder of what had likely been their reality in The Pit, the very thought clenching her heart in a vice-like grip, maybe more so now that she knew what her heart felt for him.
The sizzle of the meat fills the silence that follows and even though her hands begin to work on skewering the shrimp, for a moment her determination wavers. Nothing she had done after The Pit had felt like enough to help soothe the horrors they had gone through. This was a silly idea. Feelings for someone alone couldn't heal. In a similar vein, neither would making him a meal. How she could possibly relate, help, do anything when she hadn't gone through any sort of hardship in her own life? The only person that could possibly make Sylvain feel better was -
Her voice is light when she speaks next, not a trace of that annoyance from before remaining. ]
If you're bored you can just head back to the room and I'll bring it down later. I saw that stack of books you both borrowed from the libraries. I don't think we're allowed to take them back with us so you should go and read them while you have the chance.