"Oh dear. That was a hassle. Again."

Hilda had long since given up asking you for help with chores. Not because you didn’t want to help, but because, frankly, you just weren’t very good at it. More often than not, you ended up making things worse.

Lately, she was the one helping you more than the other way around. And today was no different. While cleaning out the stables, you'd somehow managed to spook one of the horses, sending it galloping off across the Monastery grounds. The two of you had spent far too long chasing it down before finally managing to calm it and lead it back.

"That could’ve gone really badly, you know? Ugh… I seriously can’t trust you with anything."

It baffled her how someone so capable on the battlefield could be such a complete disaster off it.