[ Unless it was to nap Hilda's preferred form of distraction had rarely been to sequester herself to her room. Busying herself with shopping, checking on other friends or engaging in some medium of art felt like more productive ways to channel all the nervous energy that suddenly filled her, while simultaneously proving as a great way to distract herself. Or in this case, think. Or maybe it was both.
She thought that more time would allow her to gather her thoughts. And her busyness did help to a degree - it even led her to signing up for classes at the Academy on a whim. At the end of the day she often found herself collapsing into bed on her own, with one of the boys or in a heap between them until she woke up the next day to do it all over again.
Which is why today is a rare occasion that she finds herself in her room slumped over her vanity and staring glumly at a velvet box in front of her. So caught up in her thoughts she doesn't even hear him at first. It's only Sylvain's flash of red hair in the mirror that stirs her. Her hands move quick, taking the box and shoving it back into one of the drawers along with several other things scattered atop the surface.
She doesn't know why her first instinct is mild panic and worry for his health but it is as she hurries over to him, hands reaching up to cup his face. ]
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She thought that more time would allow her to gather her thoughts. And her busyness did help to a degree - it even led her to signing up for classes at the Academy on a whim. At the end of the day she often found herself collapsing into bed on her own, with one of the boys or in a heap between them until she woke up the next day to do it all over again.
Which is why today is a rare occasion that she finds herself in her room slumped over her vanity and staring glumly at a velvet box in front of her. So caught up in her thoughts she doesn't even hear him at first. It's only Sylvain's flash of red hair in the mirror that stirs her. Her hands move quick, taking the box and shoving it back into one of the drawers along with several other things scattered atop the surface.
She doesn't know why her first instinct is mild panic and worry for his health but it is as she hurries over to him, hands reaching up to cup his face. ]
Sylvain! Is something wrong?