[ She hated dislikes silence as much as he did. It was part of the reason she chattered on as much as she did, much to Setheth's exasperation. So when her question isn't met with an icy silence, some part of her is relieved. But then again, why would it have gone unanswered? They're trying to work together so they can continue to avoid each other the way they have been for weeks. The thought brings about a pang in her chest, one that she doesn't expect to feel but is unfortunately a feeling that she's become used to over the last several weeks.
As Hilda watches him scale the shelf, there's some opportunity for her to tease him about not wearing high enough boots or being taller. In times past she might have even suggested she just climb up onto his shoulders so that they could reach the box - but they could barely stomach being in the same room, never mind any actual physical contact.
Reluctant silence meets Claude's question however. Whether or not they're on good terms, what will never change is Hilda's reluctance to exert more physical exertion than necessary. Habit has her ready to whine about it but she bites her tongue before nodding and doing as asked.
In the act of reaching for the box, her fingers brush ever so briefly against his and she takes in a sharp intake of breath. It's no more than a second if that, but that's all it takes to feel a jolt. Annoyance flares at how ridiculous she's being and she's quick to brush it off, adjusting her hold to properly grab a hold of the box. ]
Got it. We'll probably just need one more after this.
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As Hilda watches him scale the shelf, there's some opportunity for her to tease him about not wearing high enough boots or being taller. In times past she might have even suggested she just climb up onto his shoulders so that they could reach the box - but they could barely stomach being in the same room, never mind any actual physical contact.
Reluctant silence meets Claude's question however. Whether or not they're on good terms, what will never change is Hilda's reluctance to exert more physical exertion than necessary. Habit has her ready to whine about it but she bites her tongue before nodding and doing as asked.
In the act of reaching for the box, her fingers brush ever so briefly against his and she takes in a sharp intake of breath. It's no more than a second if that, but that's all it takes to feel a jolt. Annoyance flares at how ridiculous she's being and she's quick to brush it off, adjusting her hold to properly grab a hold of the box. ]
Got it. We'll probably just need one more after this.