Hild might have pouted, but it was a slight, momentary thing that disappeared quickly, more for show than an expression of any true feelings.

When Derek abandoned his fork, she moved her hand under the table, subtly creeping closer to grab it for herself. She bobbed her head in a gracious nod, happy to have helped.

She leaned closer, her head resting on the back of the booth, nearly on his shoulder. "Thank you," she murmured, words whisper soft. "For this."