“Sylvain?!”

“Don’t ‘what’s going on’ me!”

“Babies~!” She has stepped into Sylvain’s goat pen…many of them are excitedly running up to her. They are her children.

“I hope both of my boys are doing well…”

“Ah- of course! Delightful!” Sure, why not.

“I have…three? boys…”

“Wait! Yuri! Four! I have four boys!”

“Well you’re to be my little brother now, aren’t you?”

“Felix look away…”

“Felix no!”

“Hilda, you fail to realize that in our downtime there’s very little to do in Faerghus /but/ drink…”

“Sylvain. Love of my life. Keeper of my heart. Please stop telling people that.”

“I haven’t forgotten.” She’s excited too but please. “You’re going to give poor Annie a heart attack!”

“I’m sure she’s just fine!”

"What...???"

“That…does not make me feel any better…”

"Claude, you should know by now how to handle this." She says like she'd ever be angry with Sylvain.

She’s just staring lovingly at Sylvain.

“Sylvain…” It’s not even that late but she’s yawning, taking ‍ ‍‍ ្ ࣶࣵ┈ 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 ‍ ‍‍𝑠𝑘𝑦.‍ ‍‍’s tome from him. “Sit with me?” It’s not her fault she’s always so sleepy! Just like it’s not her fault that he makes the best pillow!

“Sylvain.” Hushed but excited, she calls for ‍ ‍‍ ្ ࣶࣵ┈ 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 ‍ ‍‍𝑠𝑘𝑦.‍ ‍‍ across the room to where she stands at the window. “Look.” The first snowfall of the season, something she’s grown to cherish over her time in Faerghus. Deserving of it’s own celebration if she had a say in it.