[ As Claude's frigid (an exaggeration, but they're cold compared to her skin) fingers drag along her exposed skin Hilda lets out a noise equivalent to that of a startled cat. It immediately causes her to squirm in Sylvain's hold, her skin pebbling in the wake of Claude's touch. ]
You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.
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You're both mean!
[ The squeal turns to a whine of annoyance as she immediately reaches out to try and swipe at Claude. She tips forward over Sylvain's shoulder, the scrape of the beading of her dress against Sylvain's skin probably not the most pleasant feeling - but she's been betrayed twice and in the same breath no less! The comfort of her would-be captor is the last thing on her mind. Her swipe doesn't connect with Claude's body - but she does manage to grab a fistful of his cloak drawing him closer to them. ]
I thought you'd be on my side. It's not my fault you gave me your gloves.