[ An escort job. On paper it sounds easy. But Hilda knew that could mean any number of things simply because it opened up the possibility for other factors to complicate it. How many times had she heard of an escort job or a simple supply run turn into a small skirmish or a wheel breaking? At least if it was the latter the worst that could happen was that she might break a nail.

There’s still a part of her that wants to say no and say that she simply can’t afford to get her hair dirty so soon after washing it, but Petra’s prior earnestness and the smile that Hilda knows herself all too well makes her relent. She lets out a sigh as she reluctantly gets up from the bed to place her hairbrush down and select something else to wear that would fare better in the desert than the current outfit she has on. ]

Just don’t expect too much out of me if I do have to swing an axe, okay? [ There’s the faintest of pouts on her lips as she dramatically opens the door to her wardrobe. ] I’m out of practice, and I’m not used to fighting in a desert.