[Marianne, of course, has no idea the exact effects of what's just happened--or even the details thereof. She hasn't dared ask, since it's clear that absolutely no one wants to talk about it. To pester strangers and demand answers in spite of that would be needlessly cruel. The details will become clear in time, she figures.
Given that she's paying close attention to her surroundings and the people who move through the tavern, there's no way that Marianne would miss someone as familiar and beloved as Hilda. Her chest tightens at the realization that she's not as alone here as she thought, and before she even realizes it she's up and quickly closing the distance between them.]
Hilda!
[Luckily, she manages to get to her before she starts ascending the stairs.]
I'm so glad to... [One look at Hilda's face, and it's clear that something is very wrong. Marianne's stomach sinks.] What happened?
\o/
Given that she's paying close attention to her surroundings and the people who move through the tavern, there's no way that Marianne would miss someone as familiar and beloved as Hilda. Her chest tightens at the realization that she's not as alone here as she thought, and before she even realizes it she's up and quickly closing the distance between them.]
Hilda!
[Luckily, she manages to get to her before she starts ascending the stairs.]
I'm so glad to... [One look at Hilda's face, and it's clear that something is very wrong. Marianne's stomach sinks.] What happened?