[ She begins to tap his shoulders in a panic as if that will somehow get her down faster. All the while she can't help but think that this wouldn't have happened if whoever had tattled on her had just let her be. Cadens wasn't wildly dangerous - surely she could fend for herself. Or maybe she could have stumbled back up to her room at the Sarstina if she were that desperate to puke and sleep off her drunken stupor.
Her legs unhook from around his hip as she hurries to get the ground back underneath her feet. Sylvain stopping seems to help some, but it's a false relief. The moment she wiggles out of his grasp, Hilda feels a lurch in her stomach as she drops the short distance to the cobblestone.
Let it be known that Hilda Goneril probably would have gone to the grave claiming never having puked in her life (not even as a baby!). She'd claim that she never knew what the feeling of acid and bile being projected out of her mouth would feel like, but if she had to guess, it would probably be worse than discovering someone else's blood on your favourite boots.
But after today, she can't confidently make that claim anymore. Despite her best efforts to hold it back, puke comes spilling out of her mouth in a wet splutter. That alone would have been bad enough to cause her sudden death by embarrassment but the added cherry on top is that she can't turn around in time to avoid getting it on her boots. Oh, and the back of Sylvain's pant legs.
The moment she's done retching and realizes what she's done, Hilda lets out another wail of despair. Immediately she wraps her arms tight around herself as she crumbles into a crouched little ball. ]
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[ She begins to tap his shoulders in a panic as if that will somehow get her down faster. All the while she can't help but think that this wouldn't have happened if whoever had tattled on her had just let her be. Cadens wasn't wildly dangerous - surely she could fend for herself. Or maybe she could have stumbled back up to her room at the Sarstina if she were that desperate to puke and sleep off her drunken stupor.
Her legs unhook from around his hip as she hurries to get the ground back underneath her feet. Sylvain stopping seems to help some, but it's a false relief. The moment she wiggles out of his grasp, Hilda feels a lurch in her stomach as she drops the short distance to the cobblestone.
Let it be known that Hilda Goneril probably would have gone to the grave claiming never having puked in her life (not even as a baby!). She'd claim that she never knew what the feeling of acid and bile being projected out of her mouth would feel like, but if she had to guess, it would probably be worse than discovering someone else's blood on your favourite boots.
But after today, she can't confidently make that claim anymore. Despite her best efforts to hold it back, puke comes spilling out of her mouth in a wet splutter. That alone would have been bad enough to cause her sudden death by embarrassment but the added cherry on top is that she can't turn around in time to avoid getting it on her boots. Oh, and the back of Sylvain's pant legs.
The moment she's done retching and realizes what she's done, Hilda lets out another wail of despair. Immediately she wraps her arms tight around herself as she crumbles into a crouched little ball. ]