[Hilda's not much more confident in the way she's carrying herself, a rarity for someone the likes of her. She steps aside to let Balthus in, clearing her throat awkwardly as she does so.]

Yeah, all of that was wild. I'm kind of hoping I can make it through March without dying in a dream, you know?

[She closes the door behind them with a weak shrug.]

At least this time, I was warned ahead of time and it didn't feel nearly as real. I mean, we kind of died for real in the dream, and it definitely hurt for real in the dream. But making a whole big dramatic production out of it and remembering that it was just a play made it a lot less traumatic than last time.

My Romeo was also a huge help. He was super sweet.