[ In the time that Gilbert makes a direct beeline towards the bar for some ice Hilda makes an attempt to make herself remotely comfortable in this ridiculous backwards position that she's found herself in. Looking at the world upside down is a little disorienting and there's only so long she can do that before she goes cross-eyed especially when she's craning to catch sight of white hair escaping from the lifeguard's tower.

By the time she's righted herself, Gilbert has returned with her ice. And as he places it almost reverently on her "twisted" ankle, Weiss appears.

Over Gilbert's shoulder Hilda offers an arched brow and can't help but mouth Cerise? As if sensing the slightest motion she makes Gilbert's head whips back around and her expression turns back into doe-eyed simpering. She reaches for his hand, looking somewhat faint but taking a hold of his hand as if that would somehow bring her strength to carry on. ]

Yes, thank you so much, Gilbert. You've given me the best possible care and I'm sure I'll make the speediest recovery.

[ He can't help but ask if she's sure but Hilda emphatically nods. He lingers only to be sure before he takes off, running (slow motion) back towards his lifeguard tower. As soon as he's out of earshot and eyesight she sits up, perky and bright-eyed. ]

Did you get them? Were there enough?