[ When she finds herself propelled right alongside him she lets out a noise of mild indignation that quickly turns into laughter thanks to Claude's infectious sound. Even if she had remained annoyed, she's still conscious that he's unsteady on his feet. So while part of her attention is focused on making sure that they don't go toppling onto the ice together, some of that caution seems to ebb away when it becomes apparent that Claude is slowly getting the hang of skating backwards. Hilda can't hide the amusement that flickers across her features as a thought flits through her mind: leave it to Claude to get the hang of skating backwards before he mastered going forward first. 

By the time he threads their fingers together most of her light annoyance gives way to a groan. The worst part about all of this is that she knows that Claude is absolutely correct in what he says. Holst's stupid brain could come up with as many brilliant ideas as it could dumb things. And with him knowing Nader better than her she can only assume that he's telling the truth about his Holst-like enthusiasm.

It's probably for the best that Claude nips her lamenting in the bud with a terrifyingly accurate impression of her big brother. She blinks several times in shock before bursting out into laughter again. ] 

I think you're underestimating just how much he wants to keep me in Goneril. Just because he sent me to the Academy, didn't mean he was happy about it. And a new brother doesn't mean he's not going to try and come along himself.

[ And privately, if she was going to visit Almyra, she didn't want her first time to be with Holst acting like a hover wyvern the entire time. With a little push, she swings gently around him so that she's the one skating backwards now. Lacing their fingers together she can't help but laugh. ]

Are you sure you aren't just trying to avoid asking him if I can go and visit yourself?