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It was rare to find another person in her usual spot, but she couldn't say that the invitation was unwelcome. Unlike the Miqo'te, she had gotten used to the biting cold that she always came up with naught else to her but her muddled thoughts. Even so, tea was nice. It wasn't a particular commodity that the Brumefolk were given the privilege to partake in a daily basis, so when it's offered, there's no question to be had. It has to be indulged in in some ways. She made her approach and noticed the familiar kettle, knowing full well where it came from. "You didn't tell the old man I was here, did you?" Hilda proceeded to sit down, legs outstretched as she basked in the winter breeze. "Not that I care if he knew."
Just that, she didn't want to be caught becoming solemn again. "Heard you got a place at the Empyreum. Could've just stayed with the lordship, if you catch my meanin'."
