[ Showing someone your vulnerabilities regardless of the circumstances isn't easy for anyone - and that's something that Hilda can relate to so deeply. Though instead of worrying about seeing people her really cry, it was the deeper feelings Hilda worried about others seeing.

The crocodile tears, the silly worries and whining that she tended to err towards all had a sliver of truth to them because she didn't want to do it. But they were easy for her to show and express because in many ways it had become a habit after years of being doted upon.

It was easy to be a cry baby and a delicate flower because that's what people expected of her. Anything less than shallow was when it became terrifying. But there isn't a single thought about that here. Reira's wellbeing after a harrowing experience is what matters the most. ]

I don't mind coming with you. I don't mind a party but to be honest I'm exhausted. [ A shapely leg come peeking out from the slit in her dress as she wiggles her foot. ] And walking around in these heels has been great but even my own feet are getting tired.

[ She stands, extending a hand out towards her with a warm smile, the dusting of the blush from before still colouring her cheeks. ]

I heard there's a women's only lounge. We'll probably be safe to rest in there.