[ It's silly to feel justified over such a trivial thing. Except it isn't a trivial thing, she reminds herself crossly. Then again, this isn’t the time or place to be justifying an argument she’d had in the past with someone. ]
There's a time and place for directness, you know. And sometimes, it's the delivery and how you say it. Speaking of which, maybe try and not be so direct if you end up speaking to anyone that's a part of Thorne's court? We can't exactly haul you out of the dungeon from the Free Cities.Â
[ She knows his penchant for bluntness when it comes to the delivery of things. It had been as infamous as his sleeping habits so long as you could catch him when he was awake back at the Academy. On one hand, you never had to second guess when it came to Linhardt. On the other hand, well. Not everyone appreciated the way he delivered things.Â
His note about people smiling after they talk to her could possibly allude to other things like the fact that he had to have been paying some iota of attention to notice at all, but she's distracted by his dismissal of her not so subtle request to have a standing tea date with him every month. ]Â
As if I ever did my homework either? I just want to make sure that there's people there looking out for you because we can't be there. And that we meet up every month in Nocwich while we're here.
[ When the rush of words hits her, Hilda's starting to get the impression that he's going to get a lot of mileage out of the mind messages. At least it doesn't take too much effort on her part to send them now that she's been here as long as she has. Something akin to exasperated fondness stirs in her. She'll indulge him. For now. Even if he admitted to thinking that they were all boring. ]Â
Sylvain might be a flirt, but he's more than that. I wouldn't have learned that if we didn't come here. It's a weird blessing in disguise in some ways.
[ It's said partly in defence of the man she's grown quite fond of, but also an encouragement for Linhardt to figure that out for himself. She understands though, his feeling about not enjoying expectations hoisted upon him. ]Â
It's just like how I think that being here for you might be a good thing too. Not everyone here is going to want something from you. They might just want to get to know you as you are. No one here cares that I'm Holst's little sister. It's weird. But...kind of nice.
[ When his hand returns to the table, she reaches across, placing the lightest feather touch on his wrist. This time she speaks because it deserves to be voiced aloud even if it might make him uncomfortable in the process. ]Â
Of course I care about your emotional well-being. This place isn't always kind. We know each other, were classmates - we should look out for each other. And can't I repay the favour to the person that suggested a very good napping spot that I still use in the Horizon to this day? [ A cheeky little spark emerges in the corner of her mouth, a clear sign she's trying to cushion this moment of sincerity with a little levity. ] And continuing with the theme of being honest, I'll be pretty upset if you leave before tea is over. We haven't seen each other since school. I'd like to know how you're doing.
have a tag that got eaten and more sincerity (also we can wrap soon ahead of the event? 💕)
There's a time and place for directness, you know. And sometimes, it's the delivery and how you say it. Speaking of which, maybe try and not be so direct if you end up speaking to anyone that's a part of Thorne's court? We can't exactly haul you out of the dungeon from the Free Cities.Â
[ She knows his penchant for bluntness when it comes to the delivery of things. It had been as infamous as his sleeping habits so long as you could catch him when he was awake back at the Academy. On one hand, you never had to second guess when it came to Linhardt. On the other hand, well. Not everyone appreciated the way he delivered things.Â
His note about people smiling after they talk to her could possibly allude to other things like the fact that he had to have been paying some iota of attention to notice at all, but she's distracted by his dismissal of her not so subtle request to have a standing tea date with him every month. ]Â
[ When the rush of words hits her, Hilda's starting to get the impression that he's going to get a lot of mileage out of the mind messages. At least it doesn't take too much effort on her part to send them now that she's been here as long as she has. Something akin to exasperated fondness stirs in her. She'll indulge him. For now. Even if he admitted to thinking that they were all boring. ]Â
[ It's said partly in defence of the man she's grown quite fond of, but also an encouragement for Linhardt to figure that out for himself. She understands though, his feeling about not enjoying expectations hoisted upon him. ]Â
[ When his hand returns to the table, she reaches across, placing the lightest feather touch on his wrist. This time she speaks because it deserves to be voiced aloud even if it might make him uncomfortable in the process. ]Â
Of course I care about your emotional well-being. This place isn't always kind. We know each other, were classmates - we should look out for each other. And can't I repay the favour to the person that suggested a very good napping spot that I still use in the Horizon to this day? [ A cheeky little spark emerges in the corner of her mouth, a clear sign she's trying to cushion this moment of sincerity with a little levity. ] And continuing with the theme of being honest, I'll be pretty upset if you leave before tea is over. We haven't seen each other since school. I'd like to know how you're doing.