[With that, Hilda deflates. He's not here to pick a fight, and she knows it. He's looking out for her--not a single mention of 'Holst would want me to' to boot.

She sighs softly.]

I know, I know. And... thanks. Really. I'm okay. Like I said, getting the warning ahead of time and knowing it was just a "play" made this a lot less traumatizing.

[After the last time she died, that much is a huge mercy and has made the difference between accepting the situation as it was and another round of trauma.]

Just... don't hold that against Dohalim, okay? His hands were tied just like mine where.