[ Hilda hadn't known what answer to expect when she asked her question. Except that isn't the truth. Maybe she did. Maybe she had expected something along the lines of how she moved, something about her perfume, the way she chose to accessorize, or maybe some patch of pink had slipped through her glamour unbeknownst to her. That had always been the case in the past; she had always been distilled down to her looks and nothing more because what else did she have to offer? Instead it had been none of those things.
At the realization that he's describing seeing her in a way that she's always hoped she'd be seen, her cheeks flush. Her stupid little heart skips a beat and has the audacity to hover several inches off the ground in her chest. She's glad that her back is to him so that he can't see the way her eyes widen or how she's at a loss for words. He probably wasn't saying things just to be kind - but that didn't mean that it meant what she wanted it to mean, right? Hadn't he already turned her down?
She swallows and several beats later she asks - ]
And do you still feel that way? Even after everything that she said?
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At the realization that he's describing seeing her in a way that she's always hoped she'd be seen, her cheeks flush. Her stupid little heart skips a beat and has the audacity to hover several inches off the ground in her chest. She's glad that her back is to him so that he can't see the way her eyes widen or how she's at a loss for words. He probably wasn't saying things just to be kind - but that didn't mean that it meant what she wanted it to mean, right? Hadn't he already turned her down?
She swallows and several beats later she asks - ]
And do you still feel that way? Even after everything that she said?