[ It doesn't matter if she can't see the smile; Hilda would like to think that she can see Claire in her minds eye smiling at her all the same.

The bit about wrinkles trips her up slightly and for a moment she's worried that she's offended her, talking so carelessly about something that she may or may not actually be worried about some day. But her next message doesn't betray any sort of indication otherwise so she tries to gracefully save herself from her brief trip. ]

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴.

[ Faintly, she hopes that she can live long enough to have those. ]

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦!