[ A part of her wants to let everything else spill out that she's been feeling but the superstitious part of her worries that if she voices them, they may come true. But with Sam's post about the missing Summoned reports rolling in, it's becoming increasingly more difficult not to worry.
So instead she pushes through though in her usual fashion. ]
[ Alarm bells are starting to ring in her head; something is coming, something is happening, and she can't help but wonder how bad it will be. She always goes to the worst-case scenario so that she can mentally plan what might be needed. In that fashion, she gives Hilda's question thought. ]
๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด โ [ The words stop short as she hesitates. It's not like they live several streets down from one another. There's no way Hilda can physically check up on Claire short of bothering the woman with messages every day. Maybe that's just what would have to happen. ] ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
[ She's nodding, reaching for what will soon become her ever present notebook over the course of the next several weeks. It all sounds a lot like what they'd have to pack back home, but focusing on something that isn't worry is what she needs right now. ]
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด. [ Claude normally did most of the shopping since he frequented Nadine's store more than she did but she supposes she'll have to do it in the mean time. But speaking of... ] ๐๐ฉ! ๐๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ โ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
[ She feels a little bit of embarrassed relief ripple through her when she voices the bit about checking in every other day. It's like Claire read her mind. ]
[ There's no telling what may or may not happen, Claire's starting to feel as if things might be more unpredictable than she thought, even after all the people she's spoken to. ]
[ When Jamie was missing, all the times they'd been forcefully separated, it was nearly impossible to think about anything else. It's right now that Claire has disdain for the lack of ability when it comes to traveling between settlements; she'd invite herself over to watch over Hilda and keep her company if she could. ]
[ Hilda loved a little trouble as much as the next person, but her taste for politicians throwing a little fit about where Summoned arrived and where they went wasn't her cup of tea. ]
[ But she takes pride in those laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. She may not have had much laughter, but when she did, she likes to think it was enough to imprint itself on her. So that in times like these, when she's alone and far from family, she can be reminded with a glance in the mirror. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ A part of her wants to let everything else spill out that she's been feeling but the superstitious part of her worries that if she voices them, they may come true. But with Sam's post about the missing Summoned reports rolling in, it's becoming increasingly more difficult not to worry.
So instead she pushes through though in her usual fashion. ]
๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ด. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ. ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ด๐ฆ.
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[ Alarm bells are starting to ring in her head; something is coming, something is happening, and she can't help but wonder how bad it will be. She always goes to the worst-case scenario so that she can mentally plan what might be needed. In that fashion, she gives Hilda's question thought. ]
๐ผ๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐โ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐. ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ , ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐คโ๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ก'๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ก.
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[ She's nodding, reaching for what will soon become her ever present notebook over the course of the next several weeks. It all sounds a lot like what they'd have to pack back home, but focusing on something that isn't worry is what she needs right now. ]
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด. [ Claude normally did most of the shopping since he frequented Nadine's store more than she did but she supposes she'll have to do it in the mean time. But speaking of... ] ๐๐ฉ! ๐๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ โ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
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[ Anything and everything usually does happen, but she catchers that thought before it becomes a message. ]
๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐. ๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐โ, ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐.
[ Claire files away the information about Cadens. If she could get there, it'd be more helpful. But still, the name Nadine is committed to memory. ]
๐ผ๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐?
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๐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ! ๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ...๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต!
[ That way she'd know for sure that it was Claire. Not that she thinks people are impersonating other people out here or anything. ]
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ; ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ.
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๐ด๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
[ There's no telling what may or may not happen, Claire's starting to feel as if things might be more unpredictable than she thought, even after all the people she's spoken to. ]
๐ผ๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐, โ๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค, ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก. ๐ผ๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ค.
[ When Jamie was missing, all the times they'd been forcefully separated, it was nearly impossible to think about anything else. It's right now that Claire has disdain for the lack of ability when it comes to traveling between settlements; she'd invite herself over to watch over Hilda and keep her company if she could. ]
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[ A little prickle of comfort ripples through her at Claire's suggestion, in part because it landed and hadn't been deemed as silly or ridiculous. ]
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ถ๐ด๐ด.
[ Hilda loved a little trouble as much as the next person, but her taste for politicians throwing a little fit about where Summoned arrived and where they went wasn't her cup of tea. ]
๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ. ๐๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ด๐ข๐บ: ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ.
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๐ผ'๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก. ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ค๐๐๐, ๐๐ก'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
[ But she takes pride in those laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. She may not have had much laughter, but when she did, she likes to think it was enough to imprint itself on her. So that in times like these, when she's alone and far from family, she can be reminded with a glance in the mirror. ]
๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ฃ๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐, ๐ผ'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ค.
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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. ]
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด.
[ Faintly, she hopes that she can live long enough to have those. ]
๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ!
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[ Her affection for Hilda is already strong, and now, she's worried about anything happening to her, but she knows the messages must pause for now. ]
๐๐'๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ค, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐.