[Linhardt does not have Hilda's graces. Or her social awareness. Hence resulting in such an awkward situation. He has an urge to ask why she's bothering to give him compliments, but even he can recognize that isn't the way the conversation should go at the moment so instead he just decides to accept her kindness with a blunt yet genuine acknowledgement. It's awkward when people talk about his intelligence: There's almost always an unspoken expectation there. Hilda, however, is like him and not the type to place any expectations.
This brightens him up slightly.]
I am glad it is you I met first.
[Just as his awkward acknowledgement of the compliment is genuine, so to is the healer's expression of gratitude: Linhardt sincerely is happy that Hilda is the one he is speaking with. He follows behind her as she leads him to the tea shop, doing his best not to be distracted. It's difficult, and he doesn't always keep his attention on Hilda, but he does always know where she is and doesn't wander off.
Linhardt steps gingerly around the unknown flowers lining the front door, a habit he's acquired due to Hubert's penchant for poisons and Bernadetta's love for carnivorous plants. He slips into a seat easily enough and, after they receive their tea and he tastes it to evaluate its quality, Linhardt wraps his pale hands around the tea cup and sighs.]
Caspar picking me up and my going to sleep.
[He knows that isn't what she's actually asking, but Linhardt doesn't want to answer her. He will, but it takes a few moments for him to work himself up to it. Linhardt stares at the brown liquid, considering.]
We killed Dimitri Blaiyyd on the plains. I had just finished making certain that none of us were permanently crippled - again - and Caspar had picked me up so I could rest on the way to Fhirdiad as we pursue the remnants of the Church's forces, including Seiros.
[Information Linhardt is still trying to process.]
he'll get there - it's his version of the kid never allowed sugar who inhales Pop Tarts at uni
[Linhardt does not have Hilda's graces. Or her social awareness. Hence resulting in such an awkward situation. He has an urge to ask why she's bothering to give him compliments, but even he can recognize that isn't the way the conversation should go at the moment so instead he just decides to accept her kindness with a blunt yet genuine acknowledgement. It's awkward when people talk about his intelligence: There's almost always an unspoken expectation there. Hilda, however, is like him and not the type to place any expectations.
This brightens him up slightly.]
I am glad it is you I met first.
[Just as his awkward acknowledgement of the compliment is genuine, so to is the healer's expression of gratitude: Linhardt sincerely is happy that Hilda is the one he is speaking with. He follows behind her as she leads him to the tea shop, doing his best not to be distracted. It's difficult, and he doesn't always keep his attention on Hilda, but he does always know where she is and doesn't wander off.
Linhardt steps gingerly around the unknown flowers lining the front door, a habit he's acquired due to Hubert's penchant for poisons and Bernadetta's love for carnivorous plants. He slips into a seat easily enough and, after they receive their tea and he tastes it to evaluate its quality, Linhardt wraps his pale hands around the tea cup and sighs.]
Caspar picking me up and my going to sleep.
[He knows that isn't what she's actually asking, but Linhardt doesn't want to answer her. He will, but it takes a few moments for him to work himself up to it. Linhardt stares at the brown liquid, considering.]
We killed Dimitri Blaiyyd on the plains. I had just finished making certain that none of us were permanently crippled - again - and Caspar had picked me up so I could rest on the way to Fhirdiad as we pursue the remnants of the Church's forces, including Seiros.
[Information Linhardt is still trying to process.]