[Hilda doesn't expect or want the handkerchief back. Tifa needs it more than she does, and it's a dream anyway. When they both wake up, it won't matter.
It's increasingly clear that it's Hilda's presence that is determining their surroundings, especially as Tifa's memory is no longer a viable source of detail from here on out. However, there's a melancholy underneath it that makes her nervous, not at all helped by Hilda's own piecing together of the missing information. She knows nothing about Tifa's (probably) dead mother, and there's a certain unkindness in even pretending that she's waiting beyond the trees. But she has no idea how to handle it--she's not one of the 'my parents are dead' sorts of nobles.
She clears her throat.]
Yeah, maybe. But... you might find something you don't like when we go in. Are you absolutely sure you want to?
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It's increasingly clear that it's Hilda's presence that is determining their surroundings, especially as Tifa's memory is no longer a viable source of detail from here on out. However, there's a melancholy underneath it that makes her nervous, not at all helped by Hilda's own piecing together of the missing information. She knows nothing about Tifa's (probably) dead mother, and there's a certain unkindness in even pretending that she's waiting beyond the trees. But she has no idea how to handle it--she's not one of the 'my parents are dead' sorts of nobles.
She clears her throat.]
Yeah, maybe. But... you might find something you don't like when we go in. Are you absolutely sure you want to?