[ Hilda has (begrudingly) become used to the people in her life trying to instill her with more confidence than she is willing to give herself - including surviving in a new place. Their faith isn't misplaced however. Solvunn, despite its distinct lack of technological advances, gives the Summoned just as much freedom as the Free Cities does which means she's adjusted back into a way of life that isn't so dissimilar to the one that she had lived in Fodlan.
Being happy about it however is another thing altogether.
Even if the bond that tethers her to the both of them didn't exist Hilda would have felt the familiar ache of distance all the same. How could she not when they had become a facet in her life that was more important than the physical possessions she had or the comforts that Cadens provides? She buries the ache, along with the worry about their wellbeing and whisps of other emotions (jealousy with them being with their other respective lovers, doubt that they'll be returned to where they have begun to call home) in a flurry of activity and a smile. Worry, after all, only causes wrinkles and sadness stinks akin to a bad perfume that permeates off of her.
It's this brave face she wears for him as she rushes across the meadow towards him atop Waffle's back. The mask nearly slips however the moment her breath catches in her throat at the sight of him. The way she practically leaps off her wyvern's back and rushes towards him to hold him close betrays that no matter what the teasing smile on her lips says as she looks up at him. ]
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Being happy about it however is another thing altogether.
Even if the bond that tethers her to the both of them didn't exist Hilda would have felt the familiar ache of distance all the same. How could she not when they had become a facet in her life that was more important than the physical possessions she had or the comforts that Cadens provides? She buries the ache, along with the worry about their wellbeing and whisps of other emotions (jealousy with them being with their other respective lovers, doubt that they'll be returned to where they have begun to call home) in a flurry of activity and a smile. Worry, after all, only causes wrinkles and sadness stinks akin to a bad perfume that permeates off of her.
It's this brave face she wears for him as she rushes across the meadow towards him atop Waffle's back. The mask nearly slips however the moment her breath catches in her throat at the sight of him. The way she practically leaps off her wyvern's back and rushes towards him to hold him close betrays that no matter what the teasing smile on her lips says as she looks up at him. ]
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