[ She worries, subconsciously for another week when Jayden goes silent. That had been the case for many of the people she knew that had been taken and while she’s glad to have at least caught glimpses of Claude and Sylvain, a part of her almost wishes she hadn’t. The realities of what they were going through were now laid bare in front of her and she’s more desperate than before to find them.
Mentally, the Hilda at the end of week two is a vastly different one from the start of this whole ordeal. Time seems to stretch for those left behind too, but in a different way and Hilda isn’t exempt from that. Between her lack of sleep (the nightmares that come unbidden mixed with the ever present worry), the traversing of the streets of Cadens, out to the desert, and then to Solvunn, she feels wobbly and out of sorts held together by resolve and fraying hope.
Jayden’s message startles her, and her breath catches in her throat as she tries to decipher it. ‘Shrines’ and ‘changing’ are all she catches, but it’s enough. ]
𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯! [ She’s relieved but catches herself before she sends, ‘you’re alive’. ] 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸?
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Mentally, the Hilda at the end of week two is a vastly different one from the start of this whole ordeal. Time seems to stretch for those left behind too, but in a different way and Hilda isn’t exempt from that. Between her lack of sleep (the nightmares that come unbidden mixed with the ever present worry), the traversing of the streets of Cadens, out to the desert, and then to Solvunn, she feels wobbly and out of sorts held together by resolve and fraying hope.
Jayden’s message startles her, and her breath catches in her throat as she tries to decipher it. ‘Shrines’ and ‘changing’ are all she catches, but it’s enough. ]
𝘑𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘦𝘯! [ She’s relieved but catches herself before she sends, ‘you’re alive’. ] 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸?