[ If Hilda ever discovered that Petra and Sylvain knew more of the truth than she did, she'd be undeniably hurt while simultaneously dreading the answer. There's been enough discomfort and general skirting around the topic for her to draw certain assumptions and conclusions about what was being left unsaid amongst her friends. Petra's reaction had been particularly telling and hinted towards death of people they had gone to school with, in other words some Deer.

Whether or not Hilda's own death was included in that tally still had yet to be seen - and she still wasn't sure that she wanted to know.

In that way, the talk of seeing parts of Fodlan she had never ventured to before was comforting, holding up the illusion that she was alive in her lifetime (or was it timeline?) to do so. It's a kindness to the both of them and not entirely altruistic or merciful in nature. Suddenly she regrets plying wine on Claude in an underhanded way to learn some sort of truth. An urge to take it from him is thankfully stifled when he choose to put it down out of his own accord. Maybe she'd find them some food or water after this. ]

I'm glad I landed where I did with the rest of you. I don't think I could have fended on my own in Solvuun or Thorne. [ Hilda sometimes wore her genuine heart on her sleeve and this was one of those times. And then her tone changes, a lightness there at the thought of the Hero of Daphnel. ] But I'd go on any tour held by Judith. I feel like she'd give an interesting tour with all of those stuffy facts left out.

[ She looks so casual, barely keeping her eye on Claude, as if her whole attention is on the person taking their turn. People continue to miss their shots, and soon enough there's only three left standing at their table. She takes the ball - misses - and sighs as she places another coin in the cup. ]

Did you ever spend any time in Faerghus?