Hild sat herself down in the chair beside Bianca, her own plate piled high with food as well. Someone had told her that there would be room for seconds, but Hild did not see the point of standing up again to get more food when her belly could be filled to bursting in one sitting.

She did pause before taking up her fork to brush the fabric of Bianca's shirt with clean fingers. It looked nice and soft, and more feminine than anything Hild had ever seen Bianca in. She gave the other girl a small smirk, not that she ever looked down on anything Bianca wore.