[ They could argue about the schematics of what constitutes eavesdropping all day (just because you didn't know someone was there didn't mean they couldn't be overhearing or eavesdropping on conversations being had), but there's considerably less childish rage inside her compared to what she felt in the maze. It probably helps that there's no Fey wine in her body.
Truthfully her propensity for that childish anger is near empty. There's little for her to reach for in order to continue spurring her bratty tendencies. She's never gone this long being angry at someone, has never had to avoid someone she cared deeply for as she had for Claude for this long. If she thinks long and hard about it, she can't recall a time when she's gotten into a fight that lasted this long.
It's easy to get lost in thought about what that means when they're working in a tense silence. One of her favourite romance books had once said that love bordered on the edge of hate. That it takes just as much energy to love someone as it is to hate that same person. But that's a ridiculous notion because she didn't love him. And sure, she's angry with him but she doesn't hate him. Love turned to hate would make this all the more tragic and there's nothing in her life that reads like one of her romance novels.
With the other two boxes in place, Hilda goes in search of another. The ones along the bottom of the surrounding shelves are too heavy, filled with materials that would take more effort to take out than it was worth. Then she spots one, a box on the upper shelves that looks like it could fit perfectly...if only she were several feet taller. It could easily be solved by getting the ladder not mention safer to retrieve it too. Instead she casts the briefest glance over her shoulder towards Claude before pointing to the box in question and breaking the silence. ]
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Truthfully her propensity for that childish anger is near empty. There's little for her to reach for in order to continue spurring her bratty tendencies. She's never gone this long being angry at someone, has never had to avoid someone she cared deeply for as she had for Claude for this long. If she thinks long and hard about it, she can't recall a time when she's gotten into a fight that lasted this long.
It's easy to get lost in thought about what that means when they're working in a tense silence. One of her favourite romance books had once said that love bordered on the edge of hate. That it takes just as much energy to love someone as it is to hate that same person. But that's a ridiculous notion because she didn't love him. And sure, she's angry with him but she doesn't hate him. Love turned to hate would make this all the more tragic and there's nothing in her life that reads like one of her romance novels.
With the other two boxes in place, Hilda goes in search of another. The ones along the bottom of the surrounding shelves are too heavy, filled with materials that would take more effort to take out than it was worth. Then she spots one, a box on the upper shelves that looks like it could fit perfectly...if only she were several feet taller. It could easily be solved by getting the ladder not mention safer to retrieve it too. Instead she casts the briefest glance over her shoulder towards Claude before pointing to the box in question and breaking the silence. ]
Can you reach that one?