[ She tosses her head backwards in mild despair. That's a bad idea though because as soon as she does, her field of vision goes spinning and she has to right herself immediately, feeling some of the drink shift from her stomach into her chest. (That's not how anatomy works, but you get the idea.) ]

I don't know.

[ That too is a knee jerk response that Hilda, unlike Sylvain, can't stop from being vocalized into the night. It's not the truth though. Reminded again of how she had broken her promise to him she bites on her lower lip before quietly amending herself. ]

...I'm just scared. I'm scared that people will see that I'm not really some delicate flower and change their minds.