[ Hilda's words hit home and Adora runs a hand over the cloak. She died, she was gone and might not have ever had pretty things again, and so there's a firm nod. ]

You're right. You never know when everything could be over. I feel like everyone should adopt that adopt, and now I am. Not that long ago it could've worked out that I wouldn't have been around to get pulled in, so...I feel like I shouldn't take this for granted.

[ With that, she wraps Hilda into an impromptu hug, grateful. ]