[color=007236]"You're asking me?"[/color] Hildegunde asks, a bit taken back. By the pity, the ice that could've nearly speared her, and more importantly, the fact that she seemingly was included in this discussion at all when she had quite literally backed away from the whole ordeal. Most alarming of all was probably the fact that the archmage was still humouring their request. Hildegunde briefly wonders how  the conversations with the other students had gone.

[i]You don't get it.[/i] She doesn't, and she won't pretend otherwise. She gives a small shrug, running a thumb against the icicle that had nearly struck her hand, before watching her go.

[i]Don't leave without a key. [/i]She never planned to come here at all. Evidently it had been a bad idea. A soured idea now, even.  She silently vows to speak up next time, even if her idea would likely be rejected. Had they just done things her way, this conversation likely would've not happened. But all the same, she supposed Iraleth would've confronted Ciara eventually about her suspicions.

The woman sighs, running another finger against the icicle, then a hand through her hair. So many outs. So many outs, and Ciara still wanted to fight. And moreover, Iraleth was still down to do so. The two of them were mad, she decided. Admirably mad, but mad nonetheless. Hildegunde leans against the wall, watching Iraleth leave as well. She shakes her head.

[color=007236]"I'm just a gal looking for a place to sleep. I've no part in this now, do I?"[/color] Hildegunde tells Nicole.

[color=007236]"I find the whole thing deeply disagreeable and a tad alarming. But it's not my decision to make, or my battle to fight. So I don't see why what I think should matter."[/color] 

She straightens her back, hands in her pockets.

[color=007236]"That said, if you have a message you'd like me to relay to the others, or some other concern you'd like to bring up to me, go ahead. As invasive and unpleasant as this has been, I'm in no hurry to leave."[/color]