[ Had she not been in a state of avoidance and annoyance the last month and a half with Claude, she would have found more humour in the ribbing of his room. Instead it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth that she has to put some mild effort into ignoring so that she can focus on Sylvain and getting out of this room.

His eyes dropping to the mask in her hands hasn't gone unnoticed unfortunately, but she isn't certain she's ready to talk about it yet. She can't even be certain what that look means. It doesn't betray anything in regards to him knowing it was her, and she'd happily go another several weeks, months even, not knowing. The shock had melted, giving way to the next layer in her tangle of feelings: the unmistakeable desire to avoid talking about their moment in the feywild. ]

Nope! [ The brightness in her voice is only slightly forced. ] No sign of it. Sooo, if you don't mind just moving out of the way for me, I'll just be on my way. Really important meeting at the Old Public Hall, you know how it is!

[ Another tentative step is taken towards Sylvain as she motions with her head to the side as if that will somehow magically move him. Hilda had learned early on what Perry's weight limits were and sadly, there is no way he can just toss Sylvain away from the door so she can make her getaway. ]