[ You would think that after an ordeal like the one the Summoned had gone through that Hilda would have finally, finally laid down for a very well deserved rest. Instead, and unfortunately, the opposite had occurred.
With her friends safe and where they belonged, sleep came easier to Hilda, exhaustion finally winning out having wrung every drop of adrenaline from her body. But her mind reels, making her sleep interrupted and jagged, resulting in her waking up curled into Claude or Sylvain or Petra's side in the middle of the night. She's able to wave it away for the most part, but she knows that they'll catch on sooner rather than later if they haven't already. She tells herself it's nothing and that she can deal with them later, but a part of her knows full and well that that isn't the case.
As a result of the nightmares that are fuelled by her worry that she'll wake without them there, she spends the first several days after their return from Nocwich in the halls of the hospital. Only leaving to bathe, gather a fresh change of clothes or fetch a pile of different books for Claude is the only time she leaves the hospital and tonight is one of those nights. She has every intention of returning there, so her mind is a single track, turning over in her mind the things she'll have to bring back. She's glassy and weary eyed as she glides towards the steps to the living quarters, completely missing the beloved sky-blue hair in the corner of the tavern. ]
SCREEEEECH also oh yeah the sarstina or w/e
With her friends safe and where they belonged, sleep came easier to Hilda, exhaustion finally winning out having wrung every drop of adrenaline from her body. But her mind reels, making her sleep interrupted and jagged, resulting in her waking up curled into Claude or Sylvain or Petra's side in the middle of the night. She's able to wave it away for the most part, but she knows that they'll catch on sooner rather than later if they haven't already. She tells herself it's nothing and that she can deal with them later, but a part of her knows full and well that that isn't the case.
As a result of the nightmares that are fuelled by her worry that she'll wake without them there, she spends the first several days after their return from Nocwich in the halls of the hospital. Only leaving to bathe, gather a fresh change of clothes or fetch a pile of different books for Claude is the only time she leaves the hospital and tonight is one of those nights. She has every intention of returning there, so her mind is a single track, turning over in her mind the things she'll have to bring back. She's glassy and weary eyed as she glides towards the steps to the living quarters, completely missing the beloved sky-blue hair in the corner of the tavern. ]