[ It's almost as if he was speaking fondly of them... And if he's thinking about the past, he was. He could talk about how Jin was a crybaby over thinking the moon was gonna fall. Or how Saya was too sweet for her own good and wouldn't hurt a fly. For the time being, however, he slowly steers away from that conversation as Hilda brings up some of her own life experiences. It's just down the hall to the right now for the Kitchen— spacious and unoccupied as it seems like no one is home right now. Given how the royalty are being treated during this overhaul, he couldn't help but imagine that Weiss had gotten wrapped up in something or another...

He'll keep tabs on her. Text her and make sure she's holding up alright. He's far more concerned about the girl he's got by his side right now, hand in hand still as it almost becomes second nature to hold her like this. The less he thinks about it, the easier it becomes to just be that protective front. ]

Ugh. That was the problem. It was small, and not many people came around out there, but... Man. I couldn't imagine having to put up with a lotta people in a really big cathedral.

[ Huffing, he presses the double doors open leading into the marbled, soft blues and white tones of the kitchen & bar. ]

There we are. [ Although his grip upon Hilda's hand loosens slightly, he doesn't fully let go as he gauges whether or not she was ready for that or not. ] Now then...coulda sworn I tucked that stupid thing away in the back of the cupboard...