She followed, like some meek thing, but the sharpness of her gaze and the curve of her lips told otherwise. She knew what was coming, but she went along with it without protest, pleased with Derek's attention and happy to amuse him, even if only a little.

When he attempted to feed her, Hild pursed her lips and gave him a look, playful but challenging, and lifted a brow in question. Was she a child that she needed to be fed so?