Nearly laughing to herself at the imagery that Eowyn's words brought forth, Hild leaned closer to the other woman, closing the small distance between them for a moment to butt her shoulder against hers, rest there for a second. Hild had always relied on her friends to keep her grounded, to remind her that she was not only a seer and a lady and a font of knowledge but a woman who needed to care for herself as such. They kept her sane. All her friends here did similarly, but Eowyn with her familiar-but-not words and her reassuring sensibilities always cheered Hild, lit up a small space inside of her she hadn't known had darkened.

"Maybe we can go to Semele's instead, drink beer and pinch Derek," Hild suggested, grinning. "He would probably mind, but not too much."