Hilda had only asked because she, along with any of the Summoned that had been here last year, still remembers what it had been like to discover people slowly going missing. But she knows in her heart, can see it in the way Blake carried himself, that this a different kind of departure. It's so stupid that the mention of the worm – the one that she had seen Jayden playing with in the hospital upon his return from the pit – is what makes her tear up. 

She hadn't known him well at the time, but that hadn't mattered then and it didn't matter now. Seeing him there sitting with the silly toy had filled her with such relief that it feels so palpable even to this day. To think back on the times they'd had together and know that she might not see him again is similar to the hollowness in her heart that she'd felt after Petra had left. Abraxas, she was realizing, was exposing them all to a particular brand of loss that she hoped no one close to her would ever have to feel. And it hurts to see how hard the man before her is trying to hold himself together - for her? For himself?

Allowing the watch to rest in her lap she pulls Blake close as if that would stop him from blowing away in the storm that had made its way inside. Her voice is quiet, betraying her own watery voice, "You don't have to figure all of that out alone, you know. I'm here - if you want my help."