[ Adora loves the cloak, and she might love Hilda; she has never in her life just been given things. Part of her brain can hear Catra warning her off, that no one is this nice. But Adora's choosing to believe that isn't true in this case. Her gut has never been wrong, not about anything. She can't really protect herself right now, but still. She likes Hilda a ton, and she keeps stroking the cloak, grinning like a kid. ]
Oh, Hilda, that's more than okay. In fact, maybe it's too much?
[ But she's still holding onto her arm; she likes having a potential new friend so much, and she knows eventually she'll find a way to make it up to Hilda somehow. ]
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Oh, Hilda, that's more than okay. In fact, maybe it's too much?
[ But she's still holding onto her arm; she likes having a potential new friend so much, and she knows eventually she'll find a way to make it up to Hilda somehow. ]