[Hilda acts dumb most of the time, but she's actually rather perceptive and insightful when she wants to be. The bloom of flowers and the flushed cheeks do not go unnoticed. Clearly, there's something to be investigated here.

And it sure beats talking about her own Guardian Moon January, filled with other people's nightmares and complicated feelings like it was.]

I'm doing okay. But you seem to be doing way better than okay. What's the blush for? Is it a guy? A girl? Or did you make friends with, like, all the owls before and now you're one of their group?

[Tell her EVERYTHING.]