[ There's no need for Haelva to feel sheepish, at least not in Hilda's opinion. It's not as if she has a wealth of knowledge of religion and history either. And frankly, if there ever came a time where she had to join the Church (not that she could ever see any version of herself in any timeline taking that particular route), she still probably wouldn't have put much effort into religious readings or texts out of sheer laziness. 

Somewhere in Fodlan Seteth was sighing heavily. 

The same furrowed brows remain on Hilda's face as they continue to walk through the Featherhive and its growing and decaying landscape. Initial alarm aside there's other emotions that also begin to emerge. The truths that she had learned from Lindhardt and Claude after they had compared their timelines had opened Hilda's eyes to the things that the Church had been hiding from them. ] 

There's no magic taught like that in Fodlan. Once someone dies, they're usually supposed to stay that way.

[ Does Byleth count? He hadn't technically died. ]

What drew it to you in the first place? If you don't mind me asking that is.