[ Hilda thinks she’s seeing things after sleepless nights curled up in Sylvian’s bed. Her annoyance flares up again thinking that the jumbled text is somehow another elaborate joke but the words leave her with a sense of dread. She sits bolt-up right, trying to quash the fear in her throat. ]
𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
[ She has half a mind to run straight back to her room and curl around Petra. ]
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
[ She has half a mind to run straight back to her room and curl around Petra. ]