[ They'd both grown up in their own ways - even if Hilda would never be the first to admit that she had. What growing was there to do when she was determined to remain as carefree as possible for the rest of her years? Or rather, that had been the plan. ]

I don't know. If there are library books that are late and the librarian is terrifying I might have to revert back to my old ways.

[ There's a pause as a thought spurred on by her loneliness is loosened from her tongue. ]

Or maybe having someone from home here is just really nice.