His words spurred a laugh out of her, a soft giggle she was quick to quiet and cover with her hand. But her eyes sparkled with fondness though she hid her smile.

"You are not an awful, clumsy partner," she said firmly. Taking up her glass, Hild stared at the amber liquid, letting herself sober a little.

"It is not a foolish though," Hild said quietly, looking up. "But I do not want your friend angry with you. Or with me."