[ He's not wrong in what he says - no one person is a singular thing, but that doesn't stop her irritation from sparking. The dry tone doesn't go unnoticed nor does the boop to the nose. Hilda's eyebrows furrow immediately as she swipes at his hand, a whine forming at the back of her throat. And because that doesn't seem like enough, she grabs a hold of his cheeks in retaliation. ]

Why are you being mean to yourself? Yes you are!

[ Her reaction has less to do with the boop and the attitude, and more to do with what he's said about himself. Why would a kind person take care of not just them, but his friends at home the way he did? Sure, he flirted and acted like he didn't care, but she had seen it. Why would he get so upset about she and Claude fighting and try to get them to make up? And more than that, why would he have comforted her the night she had gone looking for Claude? ]

I don't have to listen to anything you say if you don't believe that you're kind. [ Her voice rises as she gives his cheeks another tug. ] You're so frustrating I - [ Suddenly her stomach churns and her words cut off. ] Sylvain? I don't feel good.